Mad Master's Favorite Male Face

Why did he just get in the car, forget about getting in the car, why did he follow the man Hei Xuanlie back to the Hei house, shouldn't he be holding the man's collar and asking him what he wants to do?What the hell is going wrong.

It seems to be the lovable Uncle Feng of the little ghost!That must be the case, he didn't agree because he saw the man, but because he hadn't seen the little ghost for many days, that's definitely true.

"Wuyang, get used to it in the academy!" In fact, Hei Xuanlie knows Feng Wuyang's daily situation in the Miracle Academy clearly, so he wants to find something to talk about, so that Feng Wuyang's attention can be diverted from Ling Pull her son's body onto his body.

It seems that when I received Wuyang just now, Ling'er should be picked up when I got home, at least not to appear in the black house this weekend.

Hei Xuanlie is really selfish enough to use his own nephew to bring Feng Wuyang home from the academy, how long has he just arrived home!I have already started thinking about how to get people away.

Perhaps in the eyes of Hei Xuanlie, everything that appears around him and Feng Wuyang is superfluous and cumbersome.

But Hei Xuanlie knew very rationally that he couldn't send his nephew away this time, and even if he wanted to, Wuyang probably wouldn't agree.

"I'm used to it, why don't I get used to it? It's really thanks to you that you chose such an interesting career for me." And it's quite to my liking, especially the group of lively and lovely students, it really makes him want to ruthlessly Ravaged.

"Because I know Wuyang what you are best at, I can't arrange a job for you that you are not good at at all." Hei Xuanlie's tone seemed to be ridiculed, praised, and specious, making people inexplicable and unpredictable.

"That's right! Teach fighting. When the time comes, you'll teach killers one by one. Don't settle accounts with me. I'm not responsible." It's indeed what he's good at, but it's just a little bit wrong.

"Isn't this better? After they graduate, it's not that they have an extra life-saving skill when they first enter the society, and Wuyang is a master in this area. I believe that the students taught by you will be able to be independent in the future." During the conversation, Hei Xuanlie told Feng Wuyang's secret.

That's right, Feng Wuyang is a priest, and he is also a world-renowned alternative priest who bills by the second, but his real occupation is the leader of the world's number one killer organization, and he is also the master-level iron-blooded demon chief instructor in the organization.

The killers taught by him are all top-notch in the world, and they are all a group of devils walking on the verge of death, so Hei Xuanlie arranged a teacher for Feng Wuyang, who taught martial arts fighting, and he really found the right person.

"What you said is easy. I don't know how to teach it yet, and I don't know how long it can be delayed? But it can be delayed for a day. I really can't bear the sight of those teenagers in the sun who are exposed to the absolute bloody darkness." On the one hand." Because Feng Wuyang has a principle, once he teaches, it is death teaching, and before he meets his own requirements, all of them are unqualified, and for unqualified students, Feng Wuyang adopts the same way of coping is destruction.

Feng Wuyang, who is lazily leaning on the sofa, absolutely does not know how fascinating and amazing the aura and evil spirit leaked from him now are, just like a beautiful poppy flower, knowing that it is an abyss and death, but it is still Let people move forward one after another.

Feng Wuyang belongs to this type of person. He is usually ordinary and simple, but once the truth is revealed, he will be a stunning existence.

Even Pan Diling was lost in his current glory.

"Uncle Feng, so you are so powerful! Can you teach me." With adoring eyes, Pan Diling had already started to flatter him.

"Just you, kid, you're still too young, let's talk about it later!" In fact, Pan Diling is not young. In the former killer organization, younger children have already been stained with blood, and I don't know how many lives have been harvested.

And Feng Wuyang has a sense of protection for Pan Diling, and she doesn't want this delicate and lovely child to face such a difficult test.

"Hey, Uncle Feng, I'm not young anymore, why don't you just accept me as an apprentice!" Pan Diling seemed determined, insisting on Feng Wuyang's agreement.

"Pan Diling, do you still have something to do today?" Hei Xuanlie's absolutely authoritative voice sounded, and there was deep jealousy in his wild and evil eyes.

Seeing his nephew sticking to Feng Wuyang's body so naturally, he wanted to lift his beloved nephew away, because that was his seat.

"No, I have nothing to do today...well, I'll go." When Pan Diling was about to refute, he had already seen the warning in his uncle's eyes. Pushing himself away, Pan Diling despised his uncle's banditry more and more, and it was still so sinister and compulsive.

Forget it, he'd better go play with the housekeeper's granddaughter.

As soon as Pan Diling walked away, Hei Xuanlie sat on the seat that originally belonged to his nephew, and was so close to Feng Wuyang.

"Why are you sitting so close?" Suddenly there was a man with a strong sense of presence beside her, Feng Wuyang felt an indescribable sense of crisis.

And Hei Xuanlie just looked at the person who had been thinking about it for many days, as if time stopped at this moment.

It has been so long that Feng Wuyang is restless and uncomfortable.

"Wuyang, I miss you." Without any embellishment or euphemism, Hei Xuanlie's direct words completely stopped Feng Wuyang.

What alien language is this man talking about!