Chapter 1512: Looking for feeling

That kind of murderous power is unmatched, and the surrounding temperature also seems to drop by more than ten degrees, making those women inexplicably flustered, not only daring to scream, but collapsed to the ground, like a lamb facing a tiger, The inexplicable coercion made them shiver.
Feng Xiaoxun looked at a few women with narrowed eyes, fingers tightened and held, and gripped tightly. According to his usual temperament, these women have been smashed by him and the spirits are scattered, but just as he was about to make a shot, the words of Hua Baoyue flashed in his mind-killing a person requires saving two Ten people to compensate ...
So he stifled halfway again, his eyes changed slightly for a moment, and finally he spit out a word: "Go!"
His wickedness was too strong, and the sound of that sound made the women dare not say a word, the fart rolled urinarily.
The sound of the piano was melodious, and Ding Dingding came from a separate small building next to it.
Like the wind blowing down the flowers, like the night wind shaking the trees, like the quiet spring vent beach, and like the spring branches swaying gently with the wind ...
Feng Xiaoxun's body suddenly froze. This tune is an ancient tune, but he is also familiar with it. Feiyue played this in front of him that year--
He looked a little froze.
Together, in the exclamation of the crowd and the old grandmother, like a cloud of red flying directly into the small building ...
"Guest, Feiyan doesn't sell himself ..." The old man's anxious voice came downstairs.
In the small building, there are quaint Tsinghua buildings, one case at a time, and one bottle and one tripod revealing four words-elegant and refined.
A few days after the case in the main hall of the small building, a woman sitting in an enchanting pale green skirt was playing with her fingers. She dropped her head slightly, her long hair dangled, like a black curtain, covering her face, and she saw only a bit of jade-like skin--
Feng Xiaoxun was as rushing as the wind. The woman seemed to sense something. She smelled her head and saw a red coat. The beautiful and beautiful Feng Xiaoxun stayed and opened her eyes. "You ……you……"
Feng Xiaoxun also saw the face of her face, and hit her head violently, blurting out: "Feier!"
The woman was cloudy and misty, with bright eyes and flowing waves, and she was full of grace, looking 18 or nineteen years old, and she was an extreme beauty. These are not the most important. What's important is that this woman's face is so much like the old Feiyue! The sound is also clear and crisp, such as the silver bell sent by the wind, and some fights with the same year ...
The woman froze for a moment, and then gathered her salute: "Tian Feiyan has seen the son." The sound of Yingying turned, very pleasant.
Feng Xiaoxun woke up for a while, and finally woke up. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked up and down the woman. The woman's looks were like nine moons, but she was still completely different. For example, her body is slightly shorter than Feiyue, her eyes are slightly smaller than Feiyue, her chin is slightly rounder than Feiyue ...
"You said your name is Tianfeiyan? Are you from the family of all spirits?" Feng Xiao looked for a foot, hooked a chair and sat down lazily, watching the streamer slightly change in Tianfeiyan's purple eyes.
The woman lowered her eyes slightly and replied, "Yes."
No wonder the looks are so similar. It turned out to be the home of Feiyue--
"Why is there a place for fireworks?" Feng Xiaoxun asked again. He didn't know what happened to him. After seeing the girl's appearance, he thought he would be excited. However, he did not expect that only after the beginning of his heart hit, he was calm and calm, and his heartbeat was calm and calm.