Sitting down again, Tian Qi put a piece of vegetable buns and meat in his mouth, and blew the heat. Just as he was about to bite it, Tian Zihuan's voice came from his ears.

"Ha, dad, why are you guilty?"

Tian Zihuan squinted her eyes and stared at Tian Qi with a side face. Her tone was a bit dangerous. Her father was romantic and romantic. All the concubines could tolerate it, but Tian Zihuan couldn't.

Tian Qi glared at Tian Zihuan, it was so turbulent? Is there any king's law? This little thing seems to be very resentful to him in all aspects!

"Don't want to go to the Great Snow Mountain?"

Tian Zihuan immediately changed into a smile, tampered with his hair in his ears, sat upright obediently, and said softly: "Misunderstanding, I mean I'm leaving, you're not feeling well, come on, dad, eat more."

Seeing that Tian Qi didn't want to continue pursuing it, Tian Zihuan patted her chest and sighed in a low voice.

Xia Ying thought Tian Zihuan was full, so she didn't ask, but poured Tian Zihuan's half bowl of soy sauce bibimbap into her rice bucket, stirred it three times, and continued to eat it in big mouthfuls.

Tian Zihuan was stunned. That's not what it means. The food is delicious! Am I not full?

Chuntao pushed the door and walked in, her face full of confusion. She picked up the spoon and hugged the rice bucket again, while she was still confused.

"Miss Feng's medical skills are so wise? Why did Miss Song's illness be cured as soon as she entered the door?"

Tian Qi looked down at Chuntao, sighed, and got up and returned to the room.

"Young master, don't eat it?"

Tian Qi waved his hand and said, "What a big deal, can you eat him now?" Chuntao was so happy that she could eat another bowl of rice?"

Mei Qingxuan touched Tian Zihuan's little head: "I locked up Song Yiren, this guy is weird."

Tian Zihuan said oh, lay on the table, watching Chuntao and Xia Ying eat voraciously. It’s so strange, why do these two people just eat so much but don’t gain weight?

The atmosphere in the next room was a bit weird.

Song Yiren was eating in small mouthfuls, with a calm expression; there was frost between Feng Li's eyebrows and eyes.

The two sat face to face, and neither of them planned to speak first.

"I haven't heard that the White Lotus Heart Sutra can hide its cultivation, and the saint of the White Lotus Sect doesn't seem to be surnamed Song."

Feng left his mouth, and Song Yiren stopped the chopsticks in his hand, took out the handkerchief and wiped his mouth. He seemed to be quite comfortable to eat, and turned to look up at Feng Li.

"It seems that she is really gone. Qixuanju, no, is the current head of Guhong Sect Miss Feng?"

Song Yiren was quite relaxed and comfortable. As long as she was not the terrifying woman Li Xuanji, she could handle it like a fish in water.

Not afraid of tricks, according to Song Yiren's experience, Feng Li is more likely to talk.

Feng Li turned his head and looked at the complete set of practice techniques hanging in the room of the White Lotus Heart Sutra, and asked in a low voice: "If I were you, I would probably not even be able to eat now, but I was thinking about how to explain to Tian Qi."

"Oh? Miss Feng likes to nag like this." Song Yiren had a three-point smile in her eyes, "Good sister, please spare me. What do you mean? I will tell him in person when I see the young master."

Feng Li suddenly stood up, and a fierce aura rushed over, and the energy leaked out, blew Song Yiren's long hair.

Song Yiren's cultivation level as a half-step master could not resist this power, and the blood in his chest surged and it was difficult to breathe.

But even at this moment, Song Yiren had barely shown his master's cultivation.

Feng Li couldn't understand what this woman was hiding? What was there to hide? Even if she was already a great master at this moment, could she still play in Guhongshan?

Feng was closer, and Song Yiren took a step back. Although there was panic on his face, there was no look of fear in his eyes.

"what you up to?"

Song Yiren asked nervously.

"If you don't want to do anything, you just want to know what your relationship has to do with the earth burial."

A hint of panic flashed across Song Yiren's face, but she soon hid it.

"Where is the burial? I don't understand what Miss Feng is saying."

Song Yiren looked at the distance from here to the door. She wanted to wait for Tian Qi to see her, instead of her taking the initiative to look for her.

But now Feng Li takes action without saying a word, and she really has no choice.

Feng Li's palm power condensed in his hand, and Song Yiren jumped out of the window when he saw that the opportunity was not good.

After hesitating for a while, Feng Li waved his hand and shattered all the white lotus heart sutra hanging on the wall.

Song Yiren is not from the White Lotus Sect. She doesn't even know the White Lotus Heart Sutra, and Feng Li can see it.

Outside the yard, there were people standing neatly, including Tian Zihuan, Mei Qingxuan, Chuntao, Xia Ying, and all looked at Song Yiren who was in a mess.

"Master."

"It's indeed a great master."

"Live and lively."

"Did she not finish her meal?"

Song Yiren calmed down and turned to look at the four people standing in a row, except for the one she wanted to see the most.

Mei Qingxuan stepped forward and said with a smile: "Miss Song's breakthrough in cultivation is a joyous thing. Why didn't you say it earlier? If you said it earlier, I wouldn't dare to lock the grand master in this small yard."

It was said to be closed, but there was no lock on the door.

Song Yiren smiled awkwardly. She felt that she could not hold on anymore. Why are there great masters everywhere here? Her eyes were pretty good.

Feng Li slowly walked out of the room, nodded to Mei Qingxuan, and returned to the next door without saying a word.

"It seems that you are not happy to chat with Miss Feng."

Mei Qingxuan turned around and left after saying that.

Chuntao Le ran to the room, cleaned up the dishes, and pulled Xia Ying away.

Only Tian Zihuan stayed in place. She looked up at Song Yiren, and Song Yiren was looking at the next yard at this moment. Tian Qi was next door, but he did not show up.

Tian Zihuan understands again!

"By the way, this beautiful sister, do you like my dad too?"

Tian Zihuan's tone was almost judging it.

Crack~ The sound of a teacup falling to the ground came from next door. Tian Qi, who was eavesdropping, was shocked. What the hell is this? Why is this little thing staying there and not leaving?

"It's time to repair it late! Tian Zihuan."

Tian Zihuan was suddenly stunned. What's going on? Why did his father's voice sound directly in his ears?

I looked around and seemed to be the only one who could hear it? Wow! What kind of martial arts is this? She wants to learn it!

Tian Zihuan looked at Song Yiren with regret and shook her head, "Beautiful sister, I'm leaving. If you have time, you can come to Qianshan to find me."

Song Yiren came back to his senses at this moment. Seeing a young man's old-fashioned back walking to the door, the back stopped slightly, Tian Zihuan turned his head keenly and smiled at Song Yiren: "Don't forget, I am still your savior~"

Without waiting for Song Yiren to answer, Tian Zihuan had already spread her legs and caught up with Mei Qingxuan.

In Feng Li's room, Tian Qi looked at Feng Li with an unhappy face and said, "What's the matter?"

"If you don't tell the truth, you are still the same as before, just thinking about seducing you, the Daoxin Demon Seed? I remember she was practicing this technique."

Tian Qi smiled awkwardly, "What are you seducing? Am I that kind of person?"

"Isn't it? She is much more dangerous than Jade Dragon. She killed Lou Qingfeng and understood some secret methods of the White Lotus Sect, but she is definitely not a person who practices the White Lotus Heart Sutra."

Feng Li was thinking at this moment, what would she do if Li Xuanji were. After thinking about it, Feng Li still raised his sword and stood up.

It’s better to kill it? Li Xuanji should be able to kill it!

"Where are you going?" Tian Qi grabbed Feng Li's arm and Feng Li fell into Tian Qi's arms.

"What? You can't bear to let it go?" Feng Li said jealously.

Tian Qi kissed Feng Li's thin rouge lips, Feng Li blushed and even his body became soft.

"After all, she's going to do it."

It was just late, and Tian Qi was not in a good state. I don’t know who used this bad habit. Fortunately, Qi Xuanju is the only one who is the one who is now.

"You'd better go and meet me, and wait for you." Feng Li half pushed Tian Qi away, and Tian Qi shook his head seriously.

"When she wants to say it, she will naturally say it, just like what you said. Now, she probably still wants to practice her weird martial arts."

"When did Master Tian become so hard?" Feng Li smiled.

Tian Qi bent down and hugged Feng Li, and Qiu Shui fell back to the table.

"You are wrong. I'm not just a tough heart, but the same is true in other places."

"What are you talking about?" Feng Li hugged his head shyly in Tian Qi's arms, but his hand moved down towards Tian Qi's chest.

"Oh? What is Li'er thinking? What he is talking about for his husband is will. A will like steel, and men should have this quality."

Feng Li turned over and fell on the bed, his clothes were loose, his breasts were half exposed, and he turned his back to Tian Qi with a drunken look, showing a moving curve.

"Then my husband, prove it to me. Is your will as hard as you said? Tian Kui happened to be these days, so I really don't know how to speak out to you publicly."
Chapter completed!