Cold King, the Doctor Fei Is Running Away Chapter 172: Self-inflicted No. 3 Type Eight: Dinner is more important

　　 "嗤."

　　 still looks like Gu Dan Dan’s gas but Feng Xingying, can’t help but say: “I’ve been in the Shen Dan Valley for so long, and I’ve never seen such a detoxification. No one can do the poison in him unless the Poison King takes action. Solution."

　　 Feng Xingying didn’t move, and didn’t talk back, just as long as he didn’t hear the reads;.

　　 Gu Dandan has been thrown out of the courtyard after hearing a "swish".

　　 The whole world is quiet.

　　 Qin Shiyi didn't forget to guard at the door. When Gu Dandan got up in desperation and wanted to go around again, learning the way Feng Xingying tossed Feng Renjian, she clicked her dumb and fixed acupoints.

　　 made her watch obediently, but couldn't say a word to disturb Feng Xingying.

　　 Gu Dandan looked at Qin Shiyi with tears in his eyes for help, and the talking and winking eyes silently begged Qin Shiyi to let her go.

　　 However, Qin Shiyi's heart is as hard as iron, and after holding her in place, he returns to Yunxiang to help her set fire to her heartily.

　　 joke, it’s about dinner, and Qin Shiyi won’t take pity on Xiangxiyu. Even if you pity Yuxiang and cherish Yu, you have to pity Yunxiang, because if Yunxiang is tired, he will have no food to eat.

　　 Wei Lanzi woke up and saw that her Uncle Ning was being boiled, and she wanted to rush to help without knowing it.

　　Feng Xingying said: "If you can't persist, you can come out now, but now, it will take at least three years to dissolve the toxin. If you can stay for a while, you will be able to waste less time in the future..."

　　Listening to Feng Xingying's words, Ning Liantian responded: "I can bear it, as long as I can."

　　"It doesn’t take too long, just one hour." Feng Xingying put down her teacup and looked at Ning Liantian curiously: "Anyway, I’m idle. It’s better to talk about how you are a dignified mysterious spiritualist. Did someone have a black hand?"

　　"Can I speak?" Ning Liantian was a little excited.

　　 "I didn't cut your tongue again." Feng Xingying is really, obviously saving people, but it can be annoying.

　　 But Ning Liantian doesn't mind Feng Xingying's attitude, as long as he can speak.

　　 "What the **** is going on, don't you tell me!" Master Wei couldn't help but speak.

　　 Feng Xingying didn't greet them. They didn't want to stand all the time, sitting on the long stone bench next to Ning Liantian, watching and cooking while listening to him.

　　After Ning Liantian began to speak, time passed faster.

　　 It turns out that the root of the matter really has something to do with Feng Xingying.

　　 The last time Feng Yuexian had an affair with the horse husband, and Feng Renjian made a big fuss in the Leng Wang Mansion. The result was that Feng's family could not stay in Ningzhou City.

　　Feng Renjian also discovered with hindsight that the fate of offending His Royal Highness King Leng was far more exaggerated than he had imagined. After all, he was still too tender, and no matter how smart, patience, and patience could be compared to the old lady Feng.

　　 He had to admit that nowadays Ningzhou City, there is no place for him to be the eldest son of the family.

　　 Without the identity of Feng Jiazuyin and the prince of the family, he is just a little white face. Once he was glorious and glorious, he is now so desolate.

　　 He is obviously a great spiritualist, talented, and a student of the Cultivation Academy. Why did he get so mixed up?

　　 The inn did not dare to receive him. His best friends, Nangong Chu, Sun Fu and others, deliberately avoided him, and other friends from the past, who had ordinary relationships, avoided him like the plague.

　　 Even a middle-aged lady, Mrs. Guo, who was raising a handsome young man, extended an olive branch to him.

　　 is he really betraying his family dog ​​Feng Renjian?

　　 Fortunately, he still holds the Fengjia's property in his hand, and there is still no shortage of money, so he doesn't need to sell himself to Mrs. Guo to do some dirty things. Lonely looking back and saying that 8 is over, the beauties are safe~~ the votes are up. Will it be 6 or 8 tomorrow? Look at my mood!