This time the voice was her own. Feng Yiying trembled and looked at her in surprise, almost not believing his eyes: "Qingchen, Qingchen! It's really you! It's really you..." He
Before he finished his sentence, suddenly a black shadow rushed toward him, and he heard a voice scolding: "You are a bastard, you dare to bully my little junior sister, I am tired of living! Put her down!" A wave of enthusiasm
The wind hit him head-on! With this strong wind, a figure appeared. It turns out that the Yi family's invisibility technique has a special characteristic. If you don't use it with others, you can maintain the transformation for a day. Once you use it, the invisibility technique can also be used.
Then it was cracked, revealing Feng Qingyang's true appearance. Feng Yiying hugged Yi Qingchen and turned around to avoid the palm. After a closer look, he saw that although Feng Qingyang was dressed very strangely,
The man is very tall and handsome, with a lazy look, like an elegant leopard, dangerous and charming. In his hand is a long sword with an odd shape, a black skin and a red copper mouth.
, only half an inch out of the sheath, it was already gray and a cold light reflected on his eyebrows. At this moment, he pointed the sword at Feng Yiying and smiled gracefully: "Put down my junior sister, I will fight you for three days."
A hundred rounds!" Yi Qingchen suddenly had black lines on her head. She didn't understand if this senior brother had his head kicked by a donkey. How could he have no grudges against the big maple leaf but have to fight to the death when they meet? She didn't know the aggressive nature of men.
When you see someone who is better than yourself or as good as yourself, you want to compete, and Feng Qingyang is no exception. Although Feng Yiying has his face covered, you can tell by looking at his eyes that this person is better than him.
He was very handsome. And he had just seen Feng Yiying's Qinggong. He could run so fast while holding someone in his arms. It made him chase after him desperately, but he still couldn't catch up. This made him very unhappy, and he couldn't help but want to try.
He tried to see if Feng Yiying's martial arts could be so powerful. However, Feng Yiying ignored him and ignored the sword that was about to come up to him. He just looked at Yi Qingchen in his arms and sighed: "Qingchen."
Chen, are you still blaming me? Why don't you restore your original form?" In Feng Yiying's eyes, Yi Qingchen still looked like a mangy cat.