The Good Fortune Training System of Shrouding the Sky

"You are Murong Chuan."

Feng Jun cast a sidelong glance at Murong Chuan before asking casually and contemptuously.

The other two were even worse. After seeing that Murong Chuan was a soft persimmon, they immediately laughed and said:

"You really don't know how to live or die, but you still want to marry the prostitute of the Feng family?

Even if we don't recognize her identity, she has some blood relationship with the Feng family anyway, and she is not something that a cat or a dog can marry casually. "

Hearing this, Fengyue stood by and smiled silently, Shang Yuyao also remained silent, as if this matter had nothing to do with them.

Seeing their reactions, Feng Junyuan was even more proud.

If Fengyue disagreed, but Shang Yuyao and Murong Chuan were in love, it would be easier to break them up.

Although they all said that they would rather demolish ten temples than destroy one marriage, they were very interested in it.

Who made Murongchuan a coward, and Shang Yuyao happened to be Fengyue's younger sister.

They can't beat Fengyue, but they can torture Shang Yuyao.

"Young master is right. I don't have many advantages, so I can barely count on it if I don't know how to live or die."

Murong Chuan nodded and bowed in apologetics, the three young masters burst out laughing, the mockery in their words was undisguised.

In their view, Murong Chuan is already the best coward.

Maybe getting them married and ravaging Shang Yuyao in front of him would be a better way to humiliate her.

Just when the three of them were thinking about something, Murong Chuan turned around nonchalantly, and said to Feng Yue:
"I remember you saying that they are all afraid of you, and they all listen to you?"

"Yeah, does this have anything to do with you?"

Fengyue smiled and pondered, and the three immediately became alert, as if the person in front of them was not aggressive.

"Didn't you want to drink juice on the way here?"

Murong Chuan reminded with a smile, Fengyue understood instantly, and said to Feng Junyuan: "Go, get me a glass of juice."

Feng Junyuan's face suddenly became ferocious, he was afraid that Fengyue was true, and he didn't care about nodding and bowing to him.

But this glass of juice was not what Fengyue wanted, but Murong Chuanhu pretending to be a tiger, which made him a little bit unbearable.

"Why are you still standing there, are you looking for a fight?"

As soon as Fengyue stared, Feng Junyuan softened immediately, and hurriedly apologized with a smile: "How dare, how dare, go right away."

After apologizing, Feng Junyuan straightened up, stared at Murong Chuan and threatened: "Boy, just wait for me, this matter is not over."

After finishing speaking, Feng Junyuan glared at him viciously again, and then flew out suddenly.

Murong Chuan said indifferently, "I'll wait for you to come back."

The backbone left, and the other two didn't dare to make a fuss, and the atmosphere turned cold for a while.

Fortunately, Feng Junyuan was extremely fast, and he rushed back in a short while, and respectfully handed out a glass of juice.

Fengyue reached out to take it and took a sip, then looked blankly at Murong Chuan, wondering what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd.

After the order, he also came to get the juice, so we can't fix him just because he was too fast.

Murong Chuan smiled and said nothing, leaned over to take a look at the juice, and said quietly:

"As I remember, you were not feeling well and wanted some hot juice."

Fengyue understood immediately, and the corners of her mouth curled up in a playful arc, and then kicked Feng Junyuan to the ground, beating and angrily angrily said:
"Who told you to take it cold? You can't grow your brain at such an adult. If you don't repair it, you won't grow up, right?"

Well, this is a model of shamelessness, as long as you want to find fault, you can always find it.

Or Murong Chuan has always emphasized that the first thing is to be shameless, and the second is to be famous.

What they need is an excuse, not a reasonable reason, so they must have a thick skin.

After holding back for so long, Fengyue finally took revenge.After beating Feng Junyuan half to death, she looked at the other two.

"Feng Wenmao, go get me a cloak."

Fengyue ghost is very fine, and it is a trivial matter to draw inferences from one instance.

She just lacked an idea. Since Murong Chuan provided an idea, it's up to him to play it out later.

Feng Wenmao left tremblingly, and after a while, he held a stack of cloaks and sent them to Fengyue.

With Feng Junyuan's lesson, Feng Wenmao naturally became more discerning.

Didn't you find fault on purpose? I took the blue cloak, and you asked me why I didn't wear the red one.

If I go for the red cloak, you can ask me not to go for the yellow one.

This kind of choice of finding fault, whichever one you choose will be beaten, he simply has all kinds of colors, it depends on what you Fengyue can do.

Fengyue was slightly stunned and speechless for a while, and suddenly showed a triumphant smile, but Murong Chuan interrupted:

"Bastard, did the third girl wear so many clothes? You are a pig if you are the third girl. Do you need so many cloaks?"

Fengyue was overjoyed immediately, and rushed forward in a hurry, and gave another refreshing fat beating.

During the beating project, Feng Wenmao even argued that it was for the third girl to choose, but how could Fengyue listen to this.

"Feng Wenyu, go get me a pot of wine, I want to drink with Murong Chuan."

Fengyue is familiar with it, Feng Wenyu did not leave with a bitter face, but asked aggrievedly: "I want that kind of wine."

"Hey, shit, Zhang is capable, isn't he?"

Fengyue wanted to run away immediately, she couldn't find a way to find fault, if she was cracked by this guy, then how could she hang around in Feng's house.

"The strongest kind."

Without Fengyue's fury, Murong Chuan gave the answer, and Feng Wenyu ran away without a trace.

"Isn't the opportunity just now good? Why don't you let me hit him?"

Fengyue asked puzzledly, Murong Chuan looked at Yu Yao in the distance, and explained with a smile: "There is still an ultimate trick that I haven't taught you."

As Murong Chuan's words fell, Shang Yuyao also came over, and said coquettishly: "You have a lot of bad ideas, don't teach Fengyue sister badly."

"Come on, she's much worse than me, it's just that her brain reacts slowly."

Murong Chuan teased angrily, Feng Wenyu also rushed back at this time, and handed out three jars of spirits.

A jar of normal temperature, a jar of chilled wine, and a jar of boiled wine, Fengyue's eyes widened immediately, and now there was really no way to find fault.

Murong Chuan took the wine jar in a calm manner, looked Feng Wenyu up and down, and said quietly:

"Who asked you to wear blue clothes, Sister Feng will feel uncomfortable when she sees it."

"I……"

Before Feng Wenyu could swear, Fengyue kicked him over, beating him violently and angrily angrily said:
"I said, why have you been angry all the time? It turns out that you are here to influence me. Let's see if you still dare to wear blue clothes!"

Well, as long as you want to fight, you can fight anyway.Although the reasons are clumsy, they are simple and rude.

So far, for a long time, Feng Motou wandered around the family when she had nothing to do, asked people to help her get various things, and then kicked and beat her violently.

No matter how satisfied the instigator is, Fengyue can say, why don't you wear boots, or why don't you wear boots, and beat him again.

It was because of Murong Chuan's hateful attention that in the next three years, the children of the Feng family chose to retreat one after another, and at the same time hated Murong Chuan to death.

It was this bastard who kept them silent and suffered beatings and humiliation.

However, everything has two sides. Because of Fengyue, those children have grown extremely rapidly in the past three years.

This is also the reason why the Feng family indulged Fengyue.