Chapter 3282

Feng dance glances at one of the crowd who has seen himself, the old Jia.

If you change to be someone else, you must be shy now.

But who is Fengwu?

She was a Feng dance that had been in the army and was not changed.

So Feng dance has a good face, so she goes in directly.

"Old building, how can you come back this time?" The old man on the side greeted Feng dance.

Feng dance, with a painful face, busy hands: "urgent, urgent --"

"Oh, then you hurry to go! I'll talk to you again. " Old Jia saw Feng dance rush into that way, which dare to ask what? In a moment, I put the phoenix dance in.

The two rows of guards are guards. They are not inclined to look at them. The real doorman is the old man.

Fengwu flows into the mansion of Marshal, occupying the identity of the old building is the gatehouse, so dare to walk around in the mansion.

If asked, he said that someone outside the door wanted to see the Lord and he would tell.

As for which master son, Feng dance did not say, others will not ask.

Feng dance is walking all the way, and soon comes to the courtyard where the walking Scripture is located.

The treatment of this little fart child is good because he follows his teacher, so he has his own small bias courtyard in the mansion of the marshal. However, this small bias courtyard is next to Mr. Zuochu, so fengdance is cautious and cautious.

The gate of the main gate was locked.

Feng dance is going to turn over the wall.

But Zuochu used array and inscription to control the Sutra.

His old man actually set up a formation here, in order to prevent the step through the wall to go out and play without endorsement?

Feng dance is also speechless.

This is a difficult way to live in the Jingjing language, but can not be trapped in Feng dance.

Feng dance in the remote corner, a formation hole, slim body drill in, Feng dance backhand will fill the formation.

God knows no ghost.

The whole yard was locked in a layer of time, so the room didn't have to close the door to the yard.

The sound of reading by Lang Lang came from the Feng dance ear.

It is the sound of the stepping Scripture.

Feng dance from the courtyard to the main room, close to see, indeed see the step Jingyu sitting in the room shaking head.

This time he recited not the ancient scriptures, but the inscriptions.

Five levels of inscriptions.

Feng dance sighed, the child learn inscriptions not too fast.

Feng dance said quietly as she walked in.

But the words of walking Scripture were unconscious, sitting on the wooden stool, shaking their heads and carrying very strong.

Feng dance reached out and poked him on the back.

The step Scripture frowns, thinks it is a fly, does not care, continues to recite with a face.

Feng dance fiber finger stabbed him again.

He turned around in anger after impatient with the words of the Sutra!

Turning around and furious, "good you annoying little fly, I don't know the little master..."

Then, step through the language to see a middle-aged man!

The step Jingyu is like seeing ghosts, the whole people are wrong, shocked on the spot!

"How did you get in you?" Step Jingyu a jump out, caught a sword on the wall, pointing to Feng Dance: "eh, you are not that door room?"

When the Sutra language was not endorsed by his master in the room, he liked to run outside most, so he still had a little familiar with the doorroom.

Feng dance hands ring arms, smiling at the step Jing language, also do not speak.

The young man was a little hairy in his heart, which was stared at by Feng dance.

This look is too sharp, too strong!

This is not a door room should have eyes!

"Are you?" Step Jing language suddenly found a very bad feeling, his heart shaking!

Feng dance smiled at him: "you guess?"

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