Chapter 303: the beautiful man under the small feather brush

"You keep it!" Feng Mohan didn't want to reach out to pick up this spar, because once he got back, his connection with Mann was gone, he didn't want to go with her like this. .
However, Hua Yuman's mind has been decided, no matter how stretched his hand does not reach out, the crystal spar in her hand is automatically flying to the hands of Feng Mohan.
"Thank you! But this thing is not suitable for me. You are the patriarch of the Feng nationality. If I use this spar, I will push you to the opposite side of the phoenix. I don't want to be against you. ""
Said, Hua Yuman scorned the long hair before the forehead, earnestly said: "My enemy has been a lot, very powerful, if you do not want to see me on all sides, take this crystal spar back!

She is not stupid, not stupid, and Feng Yuexun also said to her clearly that Feng Mohan likes her own, but she already has a sun, how can she give him hope again!
Of course, Feng Mohan does not want Man Er to be surrounded by all sides. He was besieged and persecuted everywhere. He struggled for a moment. He put five pink crystals into the hands.
Man, I don’t know, this pink array of spar is actually for his future wife, that is, the wife of the patriarch of the Feng nationality. The spar has been used, and there is the spirituality of the master, not to say no. If you don't want it, the master will abandon it. This crystal spar is actually abolished.
However, he did not say anything.
"Feng Mohan, you take care! I am gone!" After that, Hua Yuman turned and left.
Feng Mohan looked at her disappearing back for a long time and eventually left.
When Hua Yuman returned to the palace, she found that she was waiting for her in the hall. When she saw her coming back, thirteen was relieved, but she did not ask anything. She just waved her hand and let her Sit down to yourself.
On the table, paper and pen were placed. After she sat down, Thirteen handed the pen to her. "Little feathers, you said that the Fengmo River you saw is not the person in the coffin? You draw Let's see what the people you see look like."
Hua Yuman instantly understood the meaning of thirteen, nodded, and picked up the pen to draw fine.
She painted very slowly, and she would stop for a while after a while. After a quarter of an hour, her strokes depict a clear-looking man like Langyue, immortal, temperament and melancholy, long and long hair...
Hua Yuman instinctively believes that this long and long hair is the real Fengmoxi
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After reading her paintings, the expression of Thirteen became complicated, and others were even more surprised and puzzled.
Mi Xuexue frowned. "This Fengmeixi has been seen by everyone, but why is it different from what we saw from Shantou?"
Look at this painting, this man is so beautiful that he can compete with himself. It really makes him feel uncomfortable.
"This is quite similar to the magical mask. However, the mask is different from the flower language that everyone sees, but..." The wind festival was not finished, because he saw that the face of the master was obviously gloomy.
"The true face of this person, maybe only a small feather can be seen by one person." Thirteen gave another answer.
Needless to say, this Fengmoxi is deliberate, and it can be seen how powerful his spiritual skill is.
Hua Yuman slammed his own head. She always felt that she had neglected anything, but she couldn’t remember it, so she had to sit down and squat on the table.
"Don't think too much, it doesn't matter who he is, don't hurt Man." Mo Ziting didn't care to take a picture of Man's shoulder. "Although you see something different from what others have seen, the guy has no harm." If you are right, what we are worried about now is that Feng Xiaojiu and Wushu are closed. These two women are really annoying. If we don’t get rid of it, we will have no good days."
Hua Yuman suddenly raised his head and spit out a word that surprised people. "Tingting, you said, I saw no ghosts!"
Mo Ziting stunned and quickly laughed. "If it is a ghost, it is a ghost that only loves you. The ghost has saved you several times."
Li Ming quickly coughed a few times, the big hand took Mo Ziting to his side, gave a cup of tea to her, and told her not to talk nonsense, the mood of the master is really not beautiful.
Mo Ziting is also depressed, she is just talking about it.
Thirteen stood up. "You are ready. After the wedding of Si and Huayu, we went to Qingxuan Mountain and retired for half a year."
Strength is more important than everything. When it is beyond the control of more and more things, he feels the importance of strength.
In order to avoid unnecessary losses and injuries in the future, the people around him must also enhance their strength.
The rice snow marks first stood up and responded, "Okay."
It’s standing up, "Okay!"
Others have also stood up. No one is not eager for strength. After they appeared in the Witch Gods of the Feng nationality, they have never had rivals before, and many places have begun to be passive.
"I will go too." Mo Ziting raised her hand anxiously. Although she had no internal strength, the technique of the formation would only be a little fur, but she did not want to be thrown away.
Hua Yuman smiled. "Of course, I have to go together."
With Tingting, life will be more fun, and she can't bear to separate her from her.
"Does the witch have a nasty crystal ball? If she can't find us, we can safely leave and retreat!" Mo Ziting said more, she always felt that the crystal ball was in the fairy tale. The old witch used the same thing. If you want to see what you can see, it is as annoying as the electronic eyes everywhere.
"Yes, this problem must be solved. Otherwise, wherever we go, those flies will follow." Mi Xuexue first agreed with Mo Ziting.
Thirteen also nodded. "Really, it’s just a little troublesome. How much power is there in the crystal ball. It’s a long time, it’s a trouble.
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The first person who was assassinated in the underground imperial tomb was dressed in armor made by Wu Tie, and then there was a chasing sword. The next time, waiting for them, I don’t know what it is!
"I have a way, I can try the effect first..." Mo Ziting used a clever way to make scenes and scenes for modern film and television photography, and gave it to everyone.
If this method is useful, it will save you a lot of trouble.
Since then, Hua Yuman no longer goes out, and concentrates on the day when the flower language is married. Thirteen is very busy, often early and late, because he is now imprisoned, and every time he leaves, it is extremely secret.
At the same time, the Feng nationality, because of the disappearance of Feng Xiaojiu, the Feng people were very angry, and even sent three people to trace her whereabouts.
The Feng nationality can no longer afford to be ruined. The original curse of the saints almost destroyed the Feng nationality. The ancestors of the Feng nationality predicted that the second person should never be allowed to learn the curse of the saint. Otherwise, the Feng nationality will be exhausted. Only when the Feng people jointly burned the curse of the saint, the book fell into the sea of ​​the ban of the phoenix and never found it again.
Nowadays, the curse of the saints reappears. The elders thought that Feng Xiaojiu would return to the Fengzu. After all, there was her mother-in-law, but she never thought that she would not go back by the big eagle.
The elders complained about the phoenix ink, but Feng Mohan did not speak the spar in his hand. When everyone did not say it, he said coldly: "The Feng Xiaojiu will be expelled from the Fengzu, and eternal life will not be allowed." Come back. Throw out everything that has something to do with her."
Speaking of this, he glanced at the elders and said seriously: "Including her mother-in-law, I don't want her to appear in the Feng nationality for any reason. She made her own mistakes and could not let all the Feng people take responsibility for her. ""
The elders nodded after listening. "The only thing that has happened so far is that the phoenix has been expelled. She is not a member of my phoenix. It should not affect us."
Others listened and had no objections, and they did it according to the instructions of the patriarch.
After the people left, Feng Mohan spread his hand and cut the five pink spar in his hand into small pieces, which were ground into a very fine pink bead shape, and then worn together with the feather feather line. Weaving into a beautiful bracelet...
Feng Yuexun stood behind her, watching her own big brother sleepless for a night, her heart hurts, she went forward and gently asked: "Big brother, do you want to give it to her?" ?"
Feng Mohan sighed. "A pile of waste rock is not useful for me. Xiao Xun, you can give it to her. Her birthday is coming, she said it was a birthday gift for her."
Feng Yuexun nodded. "Okay, I will definitely send it."
Not only will she be sent, she will definitely let Hua Yuman wear this bracelet, otherwise it will not waste the big brother's heart.
Thinking about it, she took this bracelet to the forbidden place of the Feng nationality...
When she came out again, her fingers had been stabbed with a wound, a dark red thread wrapped around her hand, and a gentle smile appeared on her face.
For a long time, what the big brother guards is what she wants to guard. Big brother is everything about her.
She wrapped the dark red thread into the bracelet, and saw a dark red light flashing, which contrasted with the pink light of the spar, exuding a very awkward beauty, and an aura began to The spar and the red line hang around, and soon the red line is integrated into the spar.
Feng Yuehuan took this bracelet and glanced at the place where his eldest brother lived. He turned and left the Feng family.
It didn't take long for Feng Yuexun to appear outside the gates of the thirteen kings' palaces. This time, she was a bright and upright seeker, just because she wanted to give her brother a bright and happy opportunity.
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