Feng Sufei is in a good mood, not as cold as before.

Maybe find yourself, in front of her family, in front of her identity, maybe love is not as important as she imagined.

Because love is illusory.

At this moment, Feng Sufei realized where her feelings and great love were.

She looked at ziwanxun, who was still shrieking, and looked at her. All of a sudden, she didn't have much fear or anger for such a person.

Her mood calmed for a moment.

Nanrong Huai'an looks at Feng Sufei deeply, locks her eyes, but can't see what she thinks.

Nanrong Huai'an's body is a little stiff. It is clear that he is so close to Feng Sufei, but he has a feeling of being close to the end of the world.

This feeling makes Nanrong Huai'an want to reach for Feng Sufei and hold her.

But Feng Sufei quickly dodged Nanrong Huai'an, bypassed him and walked towards ziwanxun.

This time, she didn't wait to hear Nanrong Huai'an's answer.

What he said didn't matter to her.

At this time, the Royal shadow guards reacted and quickly came to fengsufei's surroundings to form a protective circle and protect her.

Nanrong Huai'an's subordinates look at each other. They don't know what to do to protect their little grandma? Save ziwanxun?

But little grandma and that ziwanxun seem to be incompatible. How will little Lord choose?

How to order?

Feng Sufei goes to ziwanxun's face, takes out a pair of black gloves, puts them on his hands, and then fights with ziwanxun's face.

"Pa Pa Pa Pa......" The sound of face slapping is so loud.

Feng Sufei seems to be breathing out.

She knows that maybe she can't kill ziwanxun today, but she still needs to be angry. If she is angry enough, she will torture ziwanxun.

Nan Rong Huai'an put his head to one side and didn't go to see it.

He wants to stop Feng Sufei from killing ziwanxun. If he wants to stop Feng Sufei from getting angry with ziwanxun, he will never let ziwanxun go.

He can only make Feng Sufei angry enough.

Ziwanxun's face was swollen and even lost a tooth.

She wanted to talk, but Feng Sufei kept on fighting, never giving her a chance to talk.

She wanted to use her eyes to ask for help from Nanrong Huai'an, but Nanrong Huai'an turned her head to one side, and her eyes fell on this side. She could only be beaten by Feng Sufei.

Purple Wan's fumigating eyes should all stare out.

She wanted to scold Feng Sufi, but she couldn't scold her, and her face was swollen.

Feng Sufei's hands are very heavy every time. Although he protects his hands through gloves, his hands feel numb because of his over exertion.

Although Feng Sufei is playing purple Wanxun, he is calmly thinking about all forms of situations in his mind.

After enough fighting, Feng Sufei turned to look at Nanrong Huai'an. "Can you tell me why, why can't you kill her? Why do you want to save her?"

In fact, Feng Sufi calmed down and could see that maybe the feelings of Nanrong Huaian towards ziwanxun were past style, but there must be some reason why they could not be killed.

Nan Rong Huai'an's eyes flashed a complex light, and he shook his head to Feng Sufei stiffly, "I'm sorry, Sufei, I can't say."

Feng Sufei is not embarrassed by Nanrong Huai'an either. The light under her eyes is dark. She stares at Nanrong Huai'an and says, "do you want to save?"

When Feng Sufei said this, he was calm instead of aggressive.

However, the calmer Feng Sufei is, the more frightened he is in Nanrong Huai'an. He is worried that he will lose Feng Sufei.