It seems that this guy has really hit a brick wall with Fang Xiyan. He has lost his confidence and actually came to ask a **** for advice, although his method of asking for advice is somewhat special.
She originally had no good impression of Feng Xiaoxun, and every time she saw him she wanted to beat him up in revenge. But now she felt a little pitiful about this guy.
He turned his head and chuckled: "Master, it seems that this guy has suffered a lot and really kicked the iron plate!"
Di Shiyin was beside her, gently holding Feng Qingyu's slender waist, and glanced at Feng Xiaoxun, with a slight flash of pity in his eyes: "Well, the iron plate he kicked seems to be better than what I kicked back then.
It's still hard, and I have begun to seek medical treatment urgently."[
Feng Qingyu glanced at him: "I was not a tough guy back then. You were the one who tormented me all the time, but I didn't torment you..."
Di Shiyin sighed in her ear: "Sometimes it is very tiring to toss with a piece of wood that is not fully understood, even more tiring than that piece of wood..." He had confessed his feelings openly and secretly many times back then, but this girl knew who he was.
Sang He was late, unable to regain his senses, and his teeth were itching with hatred.
Feng Qingyu looked at him with a half-smile but not a smile: "You said I'm a piece of wood?"
The smile was a little chilly, and Di Shiyin's heart sank slightly, fearing that this girl would make another trick of pretending to be a wooden fool at night, which would be extremely funny, so he immediately changed his words in a good-hearted manner: "My Qingyu is a phoenix, how could it be possible?"
Is it wood?”
Guess he knew it! Feng Qingyu pursed her lips with satisfaction and turned to continue watching the show.
The two of them were invisible there, and their conversation was carried out through sound transmission, so the people below naturally didn't notice.
Of course, he didn't even notice that. He didn't seem to expect that Feng Xiaoxun would actually ask such a question, and said in a dignified manner: "What... what exorcist? Man or woman?"
Feng Xiaoxun snorted: "Of course it's a girl, I don't like men! How can I win her favor?"
He was stunned for another moment and looked Feng Xiaoxun up and down. He really couldn't imagine that such a stunning figure could have a woman he couldn't catch up with. He asked in a confused tone: "What kind of temperament does she have? Is she quite masculine?"
Magician girls should be more masculine, right?
Feng Xiaoxun raised his eyebrows: "Nonsense! She is not masculine, I don't like masculine women!"
With a wry smile, most men in this world don't like masculine women, except for those with a weak temperament.
"Then who is that girl?"
Feng Xiaoxun pondered for a while: "She has a straightforward temperament, is straightforward and kind, independent, curious, and loves to cry... No, she doesn't like to cry much anymore..."