Feng Jinghong looked at her arrogant look and the smile on her lips deepened.

He was satisfied to hold her into his arms.

Xiao Qing'er is only willful to him, only arrogant to him, unreasonable and coquettishly warns him.

She was only doing this in front of him, so of course he should spoil it well, which is a necessary thing.

"Feng Jinghong, I want to go and practice when I let the poison cauldron recognize him." She leaned in his arms and said softly.

Her current strength is not enough and she doesn't want to go to the Donglin Empire Capital.

The reason why they didn't attack her in the imperial temple of Dongmu Kingdom was entirely because they didn't want the Chaos Fire to be known to others.

Once you leave Dongmu Kingdom, the temple will no longer have any scruples.

"Okay." He replied.

"Don't worry, I will go to the imperial capital of the East, and then to the temple." Her voice became a little cold.

Half of Grandpa Luo Zi's soul was taken away by Zhuque, and she is still alive and dead now. No matter what, she wants to save Grandpa Luo Zi.

"Okay, I'll wait for Qingfeng." Accompany her on the road to the strong and walk to the top of the peak with her.

In this world, isn’t it just that the strong are respected?

"Okay." She nodded.

The two hugged each other and remained silent for a while. Feng Jinghong seemed to have thought of something.

"What's going on with that ink painting?" The jealous words sounded, and they twisted them a few times.

Luo Qingfeng was stunned and said hello to him.

Ink painting?

Who is it?

"I know ink painting?" Luo Qingfeng blinked.

"Well? It's the one who went to the back mountain of Luo's family." Feng Jinghong straightened his back and looked at her.

The back mountain of Luo family, ink painting...

Luo Qingfeng suddenly had black lines on his head, and he actually called him who was ink painting.

But, indeed.

But it doesn't look like it recently, it's more like a piece of jade or warm jade.

"I haven't seen him since the auction, you've seen him?" Luo Qingfeng asked in confusion, mentioning what he did.

Feng Jinghong snorted and raised his chin, "I met him when I went to find you just now."

Luo Qingfeng: "..."

So that's it.

"Then what, what did you say?" Luo Qingfeng asked.

"No, then." It was just the first time I felt that this young master of the Gong family was more powerful than the rumors.

According to rumors, Gong Jue is gentle and elegant, and has the best piano skills in the world. If he plays the previous song, it will definitely be the sound.

It can allow white birds to come to the verge of peace, it can calm the war, and it can destroy people's hearts and kill.

On the other side of Lintian Da 6, you are respected and greeted by all people wherever you go!

"Then are you?" Luo Qingfeng curled up a strand of his hair and tapped his nose.

It's so sour, it seems like what.

"Look at him not happy." Humph, that's right, that's it.

"Puchi!" Luo Qingfeng laughed out loud.

He can be so righteous even if he is unhappy about people. Well, he is worthy of being the Ninth Prince.

"Don't worry, they are not as good as you, nor are they as good as scoundrels." He refused to leave after he was reluctant, and then he really couldn't drive him away.

"That's it." He nodded with great pride.

Luo Qingfeng saw that he was like this, and didn't know whether to laugh or say something.

He is still proud of his feelings. The dignified Ninth Prince has become a rogue scoundrel. He doesn’t intend to reflect on it at all?

"Ninth Prince, you are Feng Jinghong, the first son praised by outsiders. Do they know you are a scoundrel?" she asked with a light cough.

Feng Jinghong smiled proudly, stretched out his fingers and pointed the tip of Luo Qingfeng's nose.
Chapter completed!