Chapter 648: Tomb

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Xiao Yu quietly accompanied Feng Lingran, this man is like a towering tree, standing there seems to never fall, but who knows that this man is still a seedling, and experienced what?
He is the father of the Feng nationality, but she met him at the Nanling Regency Palace.
He is only in his early twenties this year, but his close relatives are no longer there.
Xiao Yu looked at him silently. How many secrets does this man have on her body?
I do not know how long it has been.
The cold air of Feng Lingran was collected, and the black feathers and feathers were moving. The darkness of the black ink moved to the delicate face of Xiao Yu, and the thin lips moved.
"They are my mother."
Very plain voice, but Xiao Yu feels sad.
His aunt, sleep here.
Xiao Yu slightly slammed Feng Lingran, and looked at the beautiful picture. The corner of his mouth smiled lightly and shouted kindly: "Hey, mother."
Her look at this time is like a new wife who first met her elders.
Xiaoqi heard the words, and moved his eyes quickly. This is his best voice in the world. Unfortunately, the master's sister-in-law could not hear.
Feng Lingran deep and deep, flashing a shimmer, slender fingers move, placed in Xiao Yu's waist, put her into his arms.
"Called my mother, you can't leave me from now on." He said.
Suddenly into the arms, Xiao Yu’s heart missed a half-beat, and the familiar taste of the man came. The pair of monks in the painting seemed to be watching them. Xiao Yu shook his body a little embarrassed and wanted to leave his arms. But he was even more tight.
"Promise me, huh?" The overbearing person, once again, the black scorpion is looking at her in a deep and focused manner, as if to be a satisfactory answer.
Xiao Yu struggled, raised a red face, and wanted to marry him. He thought that his parents’ picture was watching her, and Xiao Yu’s color eased, but he did not immediately agree to him.
"That depends on your performance. If you do those things, I am not happy, I will leave you, or immediately."
Whether it is the picture of his mother, or the real person of his mother, she will say so.
She knows that he cares about her.
But she can't promise him because of this care.
I can't look at him and fall into the magic.
Xiao Yu’s expression was very serious, as if she would fly away at any time. Feng Ling’s heart was tight, and she was clearly in her arms, but there was a panic that could not catch her.
"You dare." He tightened his arms, his low voice, and his anger.
Xiao Yu looked up and looked at his darkened black scorpion. The waist was tight and hurt. She didn't say anything: "I dare not, you know best."
After a pause, he added a tone: "So, you want to keep me, don't do things that I am not happy in the future."
She is very unhappy about the magic stone.
And.
Collecting the magical creature of the magic stone, it has been found that someone has moved the magic stone.
If the monster knows that it is a phoenix, he will not let Feng Lingran.
She didn't want Feng Ling to have an accident, and she couldn't imagine what would happen if Feng Ling really had an accident?
Feng Lingran looked at her serious and firm eyes, and the more panic in her heart. This panic comes from uncertainty. He is not sure that he can do it. It is like that he will go uncontrollably to the bottom of the beast. The magic of the magic stone.
At that time, he did not know.
Until later, he found that his body's magic gas had risen, and he suddenly came over. He went to that place.
Feng Ling still wants to smash her into his body, so she can no longer leave him.
Feng Ling is in pain in his heart, black scorpion flows out of anger, and anger is low: "I am not allowed."
Xiaoqiyiyi, Miss Fangcai and the master are still very good, only then will become like this.
Xiaoqi wants to persuade Xiao Yu, don't irritate Feng Lingran again, the master is very fond of her, she should give the master some time.
Xiao Yu smiled, and the smile was in the eyes of Feng Lingran, very glaring.
However, Xiao Yu’s words are more stimulating to Feng Ling’s ears:
With different people, the decision is right for me, who cares if you are not allowed?

Feng Ling's suffocating black scorpion, suddenly became scarlet, as if dripping blood into it, dyed red eyes, even white eyes, all intricate with silk, like a horrible demon.
He wants to kill her heart, there is.
Xiaoqi was scared by Xiao Yu: "Miss sister, I beg you, don't stimulate the master again. Here is the tomb of the master son, the two elders are watching, you will talk to the master, don't Let the two elders worry about the master."
Xiao Yu's chilly alum, condensed the cold, Xiaoqi said it is good, here is the tomb of the two elders, she should not argue with Feng Lingran here.
Let her compromise, she will never agree.
Xiao Yu believes that if Feng Lingran’s mother is still there, she will not hope that their son will fall into the magic.
Xiao Yu didn't talk. After a while, Feng Ling circled her thin waist and loosened it. The suffocating suffocation also disappeared.
"If you are not happy, tell me immediately, I will change." He looked at her deeply, made a compromise, made a concession, he did not want to lose her, the kind of feeling that could not catch her, let him feeling scared.
Xiao Yu’s heart was awkward and somewhat strange. Feng Ling was a cold and proud person. She knew it, but he said to her... He changed.
"Don't do it."
Xiao Yu put all her emotions in the bottom of her heart, she said firmly, leaving no room for him.
She is afraid.
This room will leave him a scourge.
After Xiao Yu finished, the little hand was placed on the back of his hand next to her thin waist, and he took his big hand.
"I and Xiaoqi first went out to guard the room. If you have anything to do, just do it! Once you have finished, go back to the Fengzu to see the old lord."
From the mouth of Xiaoqi, Xiao Yu learned that the old patriarch of the Feng nationality is very bad, and no one knows, when can he insist on living? But she knows that the old lord must want to see Feng Lingran before he dies.
When a person arrives at a certain time, he can say nothing badly. What's more, the Feng nationality is not quite flat now, and the family owner wants to get rid of Feng Lingran.
No one knows, if the owner knows that the old lord wants to pass the position of the lord to Feng Lingran, will it be unfavorable to the old lord?
The battle for power, the annihilation of human nature, in order to seize power, killing the hands and feet, killing the father's father, the history is not uncommon.
I was really guessed by Xiao Yu.
At this time, the Feng nationality is undergoing a annihilation of human nature.
After the owner learned that Feng Jun’s tombstone was opened, the whole face was distorted. He smothered the old lord’s neck and his chest violently undulating:
You are really good for me! Feng Jun is dead, you still The inheritance of the ancestors of the Feng nationality was given to him. No matter how much blood and sweat I paid for the Fengzu, you never thought about leaving the inheritance to me, nor did you ever think of passing the position of the sovereign to me.
What do you think of me? what? I ask you, what do you think of me?

The eyes of the main house are red, and I never dreamed of it. This old and undead actually left the inheritance to the dead man of Feng Jun.
I really can't think of dreaming!
The old lord was lying weakly in bed, and his face was so sullen and sullen. His face was white and blue, very painful, and he had no ability to fight back. He was weak and could only be allowed to be abused by his family.
The owner suddenly smiled sullenly, and the yin and yang said: "I know, you regard me as a phoenix working cow and horse. I only work with it. It is only a stepping stone for Feng Jun, even if Feng Jun is dead. You won’t look at me right away, right?
Hey, Feng Jun is dead. You brought his son back. I want Feng Ling to take over Feng Jun and take charge of the entire Feng family.
I tell you, there will never be one day, I have already sealed Feng Feng’s tombstone. "