Chapter Twenty-Seven: Haotian Douluo
"That person?"
Who is that person?
Feng Mian stared at the demon subjugation, wanting to get an answer from his mouth.
Demon subjugation didn't hide it, anyway, Feng Mian also knew about the matter between Tang Hao and Qianxun, he shrugged his shoulders and replied: "Haotian Douluo, Tang Hao." ”
What?
Feng Mian's eyes widened slightly, "Is it the Haotian Douluo who killed Sister Xiaoxue's father, Tang Hao?" ”
"Hmm."
Demon Suppressor nodded, and he didn't explain too much, he hadn't been in contact with Tang Hao, and he didn't understand, as for the black-robed man just now, looking at his figure, he was indeed not young, but he was full of alcohol, which was particularly annoying.
"That's it..."Feng Mian pursed her lips, she had already recorded this suspicious person in her heart, sooner or later, she would find that person, and then use the same way to hammer his head.
After not continuing the topic, Feng Mian and the demon slayer went to the door of Qianrenxue's room together, and at this time, Qianrenxue just opened the door and bumped into Feng Mian who was about to knock on the door.
"Ah Mian, Grandpa Demon Slayer?"
Eighteen-year-old Qianrenxue has been slim and slim, usually when Feng Mian is with her, she can't help but want to come forward and paste with her, she hasn't seen her for many years, and she is also stunned for a while, hasn't he been in retreat for three or four years, and the young master of his family has changed so much? If the eighteen changes of the real female university, the more she changes, the better she looks.
It is...
The demon subconsciously glanced at Feng Mian, and seemed to be a little distressed.
Why hasn't this girl changed much?
Three or five years of closure is a very normal thing for them to worship, like Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, rarely get together a table of people, Feng Mian is lucky, just happened to meet, and then, every year afterward, she has not seen anyone complete, either this went to retreat, or that ran out to play, in short, they are quite casual, Feng Mian has been staying for a long time, naturally she is used to it.
But why did he look at himself like that?
Feng Mian raised his eyes and glanced at the demon subduer, "Why are you looking at me like this, I have flowers on my face?" ”
The demon subdued his gaze and replied perfunctorily: "No flowers, I just think you don't look as good as Xiaoxue." ”
“……”
Although the demon subduing was telling the truth, Feng Mian still felt very speechless, she rolled her eyes at the demon subduing and said: "Ah, yes, yes, yes, I am not as good-looking as Sister Xiaoxue, but so what, have you eaten your rice, the tube is so wide, and besides, you have eaten too much salt recently, so idle?" ”
"Shhhh
Listening to Feng Mian's words, the whole person was not calm, didn't he just tell the truth, why was this girl so unhappy, and scolded him vigorously? It's really hard wings, and no one is afraid anymore.
Seeing that the two were about to quarrel again as before, Qian Lingxue hurriedly changed the topic and said, "Hey, Grandpa Demon Slayer, when did you come here?" ”
As soon as Qian Lingxue interjected, the two didn't care about quarreling.
Feng Mian and Demon Suppressor said at the same time-
"Last night."
"Last night?"
Qian Lingxue looked at the two of them, "Were you two together last night?" ”
"Nope!"
The two replied in unison, snorting, and neither of them would let anyone.
Seeing this, Qian Lingxue couldn't help but have some doubts in her heart: "You..."
She looked at Feng Mian and the demon subjugation with beads of her eyes, and always felt that the atmosphere between the two was a little weird.
"Sister Xiaoxue, he suddenly appeared last night, opened the window of my room suddenly, scared me, and then put a worm in my place, it's too bad!"