The Legend of the Ghost Concubine

Feng Yuer felt that she had dreamed, dreamed that she had worn back to modern times, and returned to the orphanage. The mother of the dean gave her a lot of delicious food, shredded chicken, steamed dumplings, shredded cabbage, spicy stir-fried Cabbage, boiled tofu, braised fish... all she loves.

The aftertaste of the licking of the lips, the difficult throat swallowing, Feng Xiaoer is immersed in the world of food can not extricate themselves.

Suddenly, slamming, the whole body was cold, the night was cool, the cold water was dimmed, and through the clothes, I felt a cold and bitter coldness. Feng Xiaoer had a spirit, opened his eyes, wiped the mouth of his mouth and shouted: " It’s raining?”

"Ha ha ha, Missy, this reaction is too fun." The most hated fog of the four women carried a wooden barrel and stretched their necks and smiled wildly.

The most incomprehensible thing about Feng Xiaoer’s life is the snobbery of the shovel. She is already patient enough, but the fog is insatiable and her patience is weak. So arrogant, so unethical.

This is forcing her to worry.

Feng Xiaoer was fed up with this suffocating temper, and there was an angry fire that broke out on the top of his head.

The phoenix phoenix was soaked and chilly, and the drops of water dripped into the eyes. The phoenix 一 一 一 一 一 , , , , , , , 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一 一Take a breath.

Feng Xiaoer was cold and cold, his eyes were colder, his mouth was closed, he stood up and walked closer to the four women step by step, and went to the fog. Gloomy face looked at the fog, Feng Xiaoer's look at the moment is a bit scary, like a resentment come back to revenge.

The fog and martial arts are high-strength, or they are scared by the cold phoenixes at this moment. Feng Xiaoer has a cold temperament similar to that of the master, and is indifferent, like Hell Shura. A person can kill someone with a look.

"What is your attitude? Do you know how scary you are?" The fog is naturally unwilling to be so blatantly hated by Feng Xiaoer. The counterattack on the mouth.

There was a bucket of water next to the fog, and the arrogant attitude of the fog completely angered the anger of the bottom of the heart. It was really terrifying that Feng Xiaoer started the fire.

Generally, she is not angry, and she is angry. It is estimated that the king of Jurassic also took her.

Feng Xiaoer lifted the bucket of water directly from the head of the fog. The action is fast and neat, how the fog splashed her, how she splashed back.

Reciprocity. A bucket is still a bucket.

Feng Xiaoer dropped the wooden bucket to the ground, and the other three women were obviously scared. I obviously didn't expect Feng Xiaoer to be so straightforward.

Feng Xiaoer looked at the fog of the wolf, and finally got a sigh of relief. He said coldly and coldly: "Don't think that I don't fight back, that is, the soft persimmon let you bully and anger the old lady. Hey, I am not obediently obedient. When the dog is in a hurry, he will jump to the wall. I am in a hurry..." Feng Xiaoer swept the four women and said: "Don't think that you have a prince to cover your body. Everyone is a woman. Since you don't respect me, I also Will not respect yours"

Has the fog been treated like this by a woman? Dare to splash her cold water, but also warned her with great words. When the master used to love Feng Xiaoer, the fog was daring and daring to speak. Now the master has forgotten this woman, and she dares to be so arrogant? Really think that I am not afraid of fear, no one has endured her?

Damn, persuade the lesson.

The fog screamed and gnawed his teeth, waving a heavy palm and slap on the face of Feng Xiaoer.

The fog itself is high in martial arts, and the slap in the palm of the hand, with a loud bang, the loud and clear applause echoes in the horse shed, and the phoenix's mouth immediately overflows with blood. The burning pain on his face.

Feng Xiaoer immediately waved his hand and slaps the fog as quickly.

Because I was too hungry, I was almost unstable.

The fog waved and wanted to fan the phoenix, and the phoenix was caught by the phoenix. The phoenix scorpion tried hard to stabilize the body. "You dare to beat me, I will dare to fight back, you have kind of kill me, or else I want to bully me"

"Do you really think that you are still the invincible Tianchao Fengxian Gu? Oh, ridiculous, you are just a disfigured woman who can’t be forced by the emperor. I certainly won’t kill you. It’s more fun to play in the Nine Kings. "The fog said a palm to the phoenix."

She just wants to give a good lesson to this phoenix, and give a sigh of relief to Ziyun.

Only Ziyun can be worthy of the master.

Feng Xiaoer feels that the body must float up and squat down and sit down on the ground.

Feng Yan's mouth is covered with blood, his hair is messy, his face has ink, his scar on his forehead is obvious, his solid color is pale, and it looks a little scary at night.

Do you think that you can beat her? Feng Xiaoer was not convinced to stand up and know that he was unarmed. It was not the opponent of this fog, but she was not willing. If she did not give Ma Wei a fog, she would be more inclined to think that she would bully it.

Feng Xiaoer lifted the wooden barrel under his feet and walked to the front of the fog. He raised the wooden barrel and slammed it into the fog.

At this time, I heard a cold drink: "Feng Yuer, what are you doing?"

Dangdang, the wooden barrel on the hands of Feng Xiaoer fell to the ground and made a crisp sound.

Feng Xiaoer didn't have the strength, and Long Qiu's sudden sound was too lethal. The unguarded Feng Xiaoer was scared, nervous, and slipped, and the wooden barrel fell on the ground.

Long Jiu asked this question, Feng Xiaoer did not know how to answer, she felt awkward, she just wanted to hold the bucket to scare the fog, want to destroy the arrogance of the fog, who knows, but let the dragon nine catch Just waiting.

This time, I jumped into the Yellow River and couldn’t wash it. Long Jiu only saw the back and didn’t see the front...

She has really been a slap in the air recently.

Long Jiu took his hand and walked slowly.

"What happened?" Long Ji looked around and asked.

The four women secretly looked at each other. The fog spoke first and said: "Hey, the slaves let the young lady feed the horse. She is asleep here. The slaves are called not to wake up. I used to raise water to let the lady wash the white horse. However, I don’t want to wake up Missy. The slaves have to use water to scream the Missy. Who knows, Missy is angry, and she has to settle accounts with the slaves. The fog squints and the heart flashes through the clouds. It’s really time for him to come.

How can you call it or not? Oh, Feng Xiaoer smiled ironically and felt ridiculous.

Knowing that in this situation, no matter how arguing is useless, I don't want to make unnecessary explanations.

Only she is alone, who said who would believe her? Will Long Jiuhui believe her?

Feng Xiaoer did not dare to have any thoughts.

Long Jiu lifted up to see Feng Xiaoer. At this moment, she was very embarrassed, and the desperate look in her eyes made Long Jiu’s heart tremble.

Long Jiuwen asked coldly: "Feng Yuer, what do you have to say?"

Feng Yuer didn't want to talk nonsense again. He smiled and said: "What can you say small? It is all handled by Wang Ye."

There was blood in her mouth, her eyes were tired, and her throat was desperate. Long Jiu looked in his eyes, and his heart could not help but give birth to a pity.

But there is still a voice of resentment in the heart that urges him to be passionate about this woman.

"Then you will sleep in this horse shed for a night..." Long Jiu left a cold and ruthless words, leaving his sleeves to leave.

The fog glanced at the phoenix, and the tip of his nose gave a victory. Departed with the three women.

The cool breeze blew gently, and Feng Xiaoer was awkward and shivering coldly.