"Dou Fei, Dou Fei! You bastard, why don't you get over here!" At this time, a woman with big buttocks, a waist as thick as a barrel, and a belly as big as her butt twisted her waist (strongly suspected
There is no waist), holding a frying pan and standing at the door of the city lord's mansion, akimbo and shouting
"Hey, hey, hey, here he comes!" Dou Fei, who was still looking disdainful at first, immediately transformed into a pug, ran over in a hurry, and said with a smile: "Madam, what's the matter?"
The woman snorted coldly, stretched out a finger thicker than a carrot in disgust, pointed at Dou Fei's forehead and cursed: "What else, let me ask you, is that young man just now that bitch like Feng Ziyuan...
Bah, the direct grandson of Lord Wind Saint?"
Dou Fei nodded and bowed: "That's right, I have a good eye!"
"It's really... I mean, his charming eyes are just like that little Feng Ziyuan..." The woman muttered, and then looked at her husband who was as fat as a pig with a flattering smile on his face. She suddenly felt bored and twisted.
He touched the fat on his arms and cursed, "Look at your eyes, they are so lustful! When you see the little one, do you think of that foxy kid again?"
"No, no!" Dou Fei quickly expressed his loyalty, and then said with a bitter face, "Madam, can you please stop finding fault? The Wind Saint...ah, no, Feng Ziyuan has been dead for many years, you and me
Why do you care about a dead person? Besides, even if she is alive, I don’t have the qualifications to do so, and they won’t even look at me!”
The woman thought the same thing, but she was still unwilling to give in. She looked at him sideways and asked, "Then who is more beautiful, me or her?"
Dou Fei took a sneak peek and saw that no one was paying attention to him. He smiled and complimented: "You are beautiful, of course you are beautiful! Madam, when you were young, you were a delicate and beautiful flower. Now... uh, you are too.
Graceful and graceful, adding more femininity..."
"Thunderbolt!" It seemed that God couldn't bear to see Dou Fei complimenting a middle-aged woman who was as fat as a pig, heavily made up, with her mouth covering her neck, and her lips were painted as if she had just drank chicken blood. A thunderbolt fell down.
Scared away all the passers-by
"Hey, it's going to rain! Wasn't it sunny just now? Come on, the beach is troublesome! Come on, let's go in and talk!" Dou Fei took the opportunity to push his fat lady into the house, far away
It seems that I can still hear what the woman is saying: "...celebrating...giving gifts...Fengyuan Holy Land...son..."
Dou Fei was originally a descendant of a small family who made his fortune in business. Later, by chance, he met Xiao Bao'er, a branch of the Xiao family, one of the seven families in the Chushen Realm, and then he got the position of the Lord of Xifeng City. Xiao Bao'er was fat.
He is a little fatter, a little ugly, and has a bad temper, but he has a backstage after all. Dou Fei also hopes that his wife can help clear it up and change him to a comfortable position where he can make a lot of money. Naturally,
I fawned over it vigorously, and over time, the foxtail grass was also praised as a famous flower.
There is a fierce wind field outside the Fengyuan Holy Land. It is said that if there is no secret, even the peak martial master will be torn into pieces if he accidentally enters it. Although the martial emperor level can avoid the wind blade, there are countless people inside.
The clear wind caves and space debris also give people a headache. Although this place is dangerous to outsiders, for the people of the Wind Source Holy Land, it is a natural barrier. Countless descendants have continued to build on this basis.
The wind screen was reinforced and many formations were even added, making this place increasingly easier to defend and harder to attack.
The teleportation array ended at a place called Fengmen outside the wind screen. When Luo Yan walked out, what he saw was an unattainable, ancient and holy white stone arch. Outside the arch was the boundless wilderness, and inside the arch was the endless wilderness.
A giant vortex, the mysterious aura, even from a long distance, Luo Yan can still feel it
"Go" Feng Qihang pressed the groove of the arch of his identity token and stepped into the whirlpool first. The others followed closely, protecting Luo Yan.
As soon as they entered the whirlpool, a biting wind blew in front of them, causing someone to stagger. After they regained their balance, they realized that they were flying over a windy area in Qingluan. The surrounding fields were vast and nothing could be seen clearly.
When Luo Yan came here as a child, he always fell asleep because of the long distance, so he never observed it carefully. Now that he knows more about this place and observes it, it shocks him even more.
The group of people flew for a long time before arriving at the station. In Luo Yan's expectant eyes, Qingluan circled and landed between two giant pillars that reached into the sky. Looking up, they saw curling clouds and cool breezes. In the distance,
From time to time, a graceful woman who is wrapped in a power fence or using a curtain hat to block the cool breeze passes by. It is precisely because of the haziness that her graceful beauty is highlighted even more.
Farther away in the sky, the green brilliance of the Qingluan flies freely with hundreds of birds, occasionally accompanied by the disciples' exclamations of joy, everything is like a fairyland.
The guards landed one after another and rushed back with their mounts to replenish energy, while Feng Qihang just paused, explained some things, and then took Luo Yan and drove Qingluan straight to the depths of the Holy Land.
Qingluan flies over the clouds, and the rapid airflow breaks away the fog, bringing blue sky all the way. This scene is really rare.
It was just tea time, Qingluan slowed down and quietly landed at the foot of a mountain spring. His beautiful head gave Luo Yan a friendly nod.
Feng Yasheng has been cultivating in the back mountain in recent years. He only comes out to preside over important events in the holy land. According to regulations, flying is not allowed in this place of cultivation, so Luo Yan can only climb up step by step.
"Brother Jin! Grandpa, daddy has brought brother Jin over!"
While he was still halfway up the mountain, he heard a sweet cry, as graceful as an oriole in an empty valley, and with the crispness of a green apple. Luo Yan looked up, and as expected saw a person wearing a pink-green skirt.
A cardamom girl with an exquisite bun, a petite figure, a face like a full moon, and almond-shaped eyes.
"Brother Jin, brother Jin, why are you here? Ya'er has been looking forward to you for a long time!" The person on the top of the mountain is naturally Feng Qihang's only daughter Feng Ya. The little girl has long lost her "richness" when she was young. Only that
Some clues could still be seen on Zhang Yuan's face. The little girl couldn't wait for Luo Yan to come up. As soon as she saw them, she picked up her skirt and ran down. She didn't know how the pair of embroidered shoes avoided the rocks.
"Haha, Ya'er, your brother Jin is tired. Stop pestering him and wait until the evening for the two of you to chat!" Feng Qihang greeted his little daughter dotingly.
"Oh, okay! Then Brother Jin, Ya'er will take you to see grandpa first!" The little girl didn't wait for Luo Yan's consent. She stretched out her little hand, grabbed his slender fingers, and took him to the top of the mountain to see this.
The girl's face was not red and she was out of breath, so she knew that she was crawling a lot, which made Luo Yan behind her very embarrassed.