Cold King, the Doctor Fei Is Running Away Chapter 135: Self-inflicted No. 2 Type 2: Grandma’s Attitude

　　"Don’t worry, grandmother, impetuous people use impetuous use. There are grandchildren, what are you afraid of?

　　, just wait and see, Xian'er will surely give you a surprise.

　　 Even if she does not plan for her own family, she will not let you down. The role that women’s jealousy and sexuality can play can often bring us surprises. "Feng Renjian's face is overconfident, and he really regards himself as a wise man reads;.

　　 "That's right, I'm relieved that Feng's family has you." The old lady Feng still has the kind eyebrows and kind eyes of the past, and her face is a little more shrewd. Regarding age, she is only about sixty years old.

　　With the practice of the spirit, the life span will also be increased.

　　 With the strength of the old lady’s profound spirit master, the life span can be as long as more than two hundred years. This age is really nothing to her, at least the old lady’s hair is not completely white, and her face There are not too many wrinkles, and there is no aging of the average old lady.

　　 Especially at this time, she is shrewd and looks younger.

　　 "I said there is a good show." A familiar voice came from behind them.

　　Feng Renjian turned around awkwardly with a cold face.

　　The old lady blocked the door to go out with her body for the first time.

　　 Feng Xingying is dressed in a purple dress, with a lifelike fire phoenix hairpin on his head, and a cute and playful maid Yunxiang behind him.

　　 Feng Renjian's eyebrows are furrowed, and his eyes are concentrated on Feng Xingying's enchanting face that he has to compliment him. His instinct tells himself that once something meets Feng Xingying, there is no good.

　　 "Big brother is so late and is still here, do you want to guard the gate himself?" Feng Xingying asked casually.

　　 Feng Renjian didn't answer, but looked at Mrs. Feng Lao.

　　 "Xingying, it's getting late, you'd better go back." The old lady Feng opened her mouth, with a tone that couldn't hold her beak.

　　 "But I have an appointment." Feng Xingying concealed a touch of disappointment under her eyes, and acted as a young girl looking forward to innocently, with a hint of sweetness in her words:

　　 "Why haven't you come yet? I said I would send a carriage to pick me up..."

　　 In order to prevent Ye Changmeng, and his grandmother helped him, Feng Renjian also gained a little bit of confidence. With a cold snorted, I just clarified the words with Feng Xingying:

　　"Are you waiting for the carriage of the Leng Wangfu? I advise you to go back to sleep, don't wait anymore."

　　 Feng Xingying raised her eyebrows and looked at Feng Renjian coldly.

　　 "I have replaced the horseman in the Leng Palace with my own person. The carriage has gone, and Xian'er has gone for you. Until tomorrow, you will wait to see Xian'er become Leng's Princess!"

　　 "So you think Qin Molin will marry Feng Yuexian?" Feng Xingying looked at Feng Renjian like a fool.

　　 "Hmph, do you really think Qin Molin must be able to see the sky with his hands and eyes? My Feng Renjian must have nothing to do with him? Let's just wait and see, as long as tomorrow." A sharp expression flashed across Feng Renjian's face:

　　"As for you, if you dare to break my plan, don't blame me for not thinking about brother and sister."

　　 Feng Xingying squinted her eyes: "If I don't."

　　 "Xingying, I'm tired, you help me go back." Old lady Feng suddenly said.

　　Fengxingying only has the strength of a spiritualist after all, and it is already reluctant to deal with Fengrenjian. If it is against a senior mysterious spiritualist like the old lady of Shangfeng, there is almost no chance of winning.

　　 In other words, she can hide in the Xihuang Sword herself, but she can't protect Yunxiang.

　　 "Xingying!" Seeing Feng Xingying, the old lady seemed unwilling to see Feng Xingying. She forcibly grabbed her hand and held it in her palm to prevent her from doing bad things.

　　 Feng Xingying numbly followed the old lady Feng to the backyard.

　　 If there is no contrast, maybe it would not be so lost.

　　 Compared to Master Minghuang, her grandmother did not treat her so well. All she thought was too naive.