My Wonderful Nurse Wife

Tang Ye has no interest in Feng Zhu Lian's body, but he will not avoid it. He still faces Feng Zhu Lian. Perhaps this will make Feng Zhulian embarrassed, thinking that he is really hypocritical while calling attention to his image while not avoiding it. However, at this moment Fengzhu Lian did have more important things to care about, which was to determine whether Tang Ye would kill her and how to save her life.

Feng Zhu Lian just kept in front of him with both hands, did not tidy up the messy clothes, and then kept staring at Tang Ye, but did not speak.

Tang Ye was a little speechless, and said, "You put your clothes in order, otherwise I will feel uncomfortable. Besides, why do you suddenly become stupid, do you know that I have no intention of killing for the time being?"

Hearing Tang Ye's careless words, the Fengzhu curtain shook a little, continued to stare at Tang Ye for a while, and then bowed his head to organize his clothes. When she let go of her hands, she saw that her body was only looming, and it was far from being seen. But it doesn't matter to be viewed this way, it's very relevant. Because that level is the most ambiguous.

In this situation, she arranged her clothes, and Feng Zhulian suddenly felt as if she had been humiliated but could not resist. Thinking about it, I was totally wronged. If I feel wronged too much, I feel a bit sore and teary. She suffered too much today, and she failed all the time, and then she was played by Tang Ye, just like a toy or a clown. Compared with the previous play of playing with the rivers and lakes that she and Chen Hebi hid in the dark, the pride and pride of designing and manipulating others, as well as the sense of superiority, are completely one heaven and one place. If the contrast is too great, the damage will be particularly great. With nowhere to vent, it's no wonder that I can't help but want to cry. Sometimes these methods are the best way to vent.

He lowered his head to sort out the clothes, the phoenix curtain without a word, and his eyes were a little red, really like a girl who was bullied and wanted to cry. With Fengzhu Lian's appearance, it is very distressing, and I always want to please her by all means.

It's a pity that Tang Ye didn't have these thoughts, and immediately started to talk about business, and said: "The painting saint a hundred years ago was named Feng?"

When Tang Ye said this, Feng Zhulian was really shocked again. She was only surprised that Tang Ye also controlled the superb secret technique of Jumping Space. She never expected that when she spoke, she knew that he still doubted the relationship between himself and the painting saint!

After Fengzhu Lian was the painting saint, she knew that if Tang Ye didn't know this, or guessed this, it would be impossible to mention painting saints, and especially the words a hundred years ago were added.

Damn...Feng Zhu Lian originally had a temper, but now, he basically has no temper. She really didn't know what kind of evildoer Tang Ye was, which **** slaying monster, she had investigated her so clearly. No, it should be said that there is no investigation at all, because this faceless monster cannot have time to investigate after such a short time has passed. So, that is to say, all the information was originally in the head of this faceless monster, he just turned it over?

"God!" Thinking of this, Fengzhu Curtain can be sure of one thing. This faceless monster must have lived for a long time, knowing things long, long ago, or even a hundred years ago. This is really an old monster. !

Even if it is the current wave of the true God's power recovery, things that were impossible in the past may become possible now. In the past, there were people who could live to be over a hundred years old, and now there are even more. Of course, not much. After all, if you can't practice the secret technique of spiritual energy tempering, you can't change the limit of the precept of old, sick, and death. No matter how strong they are, they will die. The only way to think now is in a few cases. Looking at Tang Ye's situation, Feng Zhulian thought that Tang Ye had two points, one was longevity, and the other was a powerful cultivation technique.

These two points also help each other. The powerful technique allowed Tang Ye to live a long life, and he continued to practice the technique to become even stronger. In this way, by now, it must be an old monster.

Regarding the powerful and amazing things Tang Ye revealed, Feng Zhulian felt that it would not be an exaggeration to say that Tang Ye was a hundred years ago. After all, guess that this is a person who has lived more than a hundred years old. And Tang Ye knew a lot, so he should be sensible a hundred years ago, and he would be conservative in his teens. In this way, this faceless monster is at least 110 years old.

"You old monster!" Feng Zhulian guessed Tang Ye's things, and based on her own experience, she became convinced of the guess, otherwise she would not be able to explain Tang Ye's power and incredibleness. In order to breathe out, she scolded Tang Ye angrily.

Tang Ye looked at Feng Zhulian and laughed, and said, "Just because it's an old monster, I'm not interested in you, a little girl, otherwise, you are bare-chested, nothing will happen?"

"You..." Feng Zhulian was stunned. Even if this old monster was disrespectful, he was quite shameless. It seemed that he was not a good thing when he was young.

Tang Ye was too lazy to talk nonsense with Feng Zhulian, and said, "Who was the painting saint a hundred years ago?"

What Feng Zhu Lian must care about now is his own life and death. Tell your identity, will you be killed. And if you don’t say your identity, is there a bargaining chip to survive? These issues were her consideration, so now she remains silent. She will not answer easily until she is not sure about her chances of survival.

Tang Ye really couldn't understand the thoughts of these juniors. At this point of calculation, he was also a little lonely and begging to lose. Unless he didn't see people, he could probably tell what he was thinking. It is not difficult to observe the expression and combine the previous performance. He could also see the thoughts of Feng Zhu Lian now. And he didn't want to play with Feng Zhu Lian slowly, after all, he had almost grasped the information about Feng Zhu Lian.

He said to Feng Zhulian: "If you want to survive, then you have to increase your bargaining chips to survive this time. The chips I like are honest. So now you'd better tell me what I want to know. "

"Bah, if you know everything you want to know, what is my value?" Feng Zhulian snorted coldly. She still understands basic negotiations. If you told Tang Ye all, then she would be useless, and that would not be the end of death.

Tang Ye laughed and said: "You too underestimate the value of the painting sage. The painting sage of the year is hidden very deeply. Some people say that the painting sage is a genius in the ages, but if you think about it carefully, or paint Is a sage is a genius that is rare in the ages? One of them, I am afraid that no one can surpass at that time, that is, the painting sage has cultivated the most difficult technique of'loneliness'. If it is not for his loneliness, How could it not be discovered back then? A person who entered the realm of the holy path, the luck carried by him was not weak, and it was not seen by others. Isn’t it strange? The only thing that can be explained is the art of loneliness."

Feng Zhulian looked at Tang Ye, still silent, but her inner thoughts gradually became complicated. She didn't expect Tang Ye to know her grandpa Zeng so much.

Painted Saint, a neglected figure of the sainthood, who knows his joy and sorrow, his strength and weakness?