Fantasy: It Turns Out That I Am a Peerless God of War

"You're welcome, girl."

Yi Feng also got up and nodded slightly.

And the golden sentences of praise frequently appeared, and he was happy to accept them...

Five thousand years of cultural heritage, this is just the tip of the iceberg, although these sentences are not from him, but it can be regarded as his welfare as a traveler!

"It's very comfortable to be in contact with the son." Bai Piao Piao praised.

Yi Feng just smiled, and while chatting, Bai Piao Piao also unknowingly finished tearing up her chicken leg, and Yi Feng ripped off a few pieces of fish meat for her, which was regarded as a compliment.

On the side, Mao Mao's mouth was full of oil, but he was stunned to hear the conversation between the two.

It was the first time she had seen her own lady and praised a person so much.

"Listen to the poem that the son just read, the son should not be a local!" Bai Piao Piao asked again.

"Yes, and not yet."

Mentioning this, Yi Feng couldn't help but sigh, looking at the bright moon, thinking of his hometown again, and couldn't help taking a long sip.

"really."

"Young Master is a man with a story."

Bai Piao Piao looked at Yi Feng's slightly dejected side, and couldn't help but become interested in a mortal person, and asked softly, "Young Master's story, would you like to tell Piao Piao?"

"I don't want to." Yi Feng refused directly.

"Uh……"

Bai Piao Piao twitched her mouth. She had never been rejected by anyone, but she didn't expect Yi Feng to reject her so neatly. This kind of rejection was really uncomfortable!

Yi Feng just glanced at her apologetically and didn't explain anything.

His story goes too far, too far.

It was another world, another civilization...

Besides, this is also the biggest secret in his heart, apart from the tasteless system.

"It's rather abrupt, that son sit down first, so I won't disturb you." Bai Piao Piao said softly, and took Mao Mao to stand up and leave.

But as soon as she got up, she stopped.

He turned around and asked, "By the way, does the young master read books?"

"Book?"

"dont see."

Yi Feng shook his head apologetically.

"Oh alright!"

Bai Piaopiao nodded, and the first time he looked at Yi Feng, his eyes were dim and disappointed.

Although Yi Feng is a mortal, she has rarely met such a person, and even she does not object to being a good confidant with him.

I thought Yi Feng would read those two books too.

pity……

After three rounds of food and drink, Yi Feng leaned on the railing and stayed there for a long, long time.

It's midnight.

Yi Feng only returned to the room, dug out the dream of Red Mansions that was brought by the bamboo basket, and slept deeply under the hard bed board.

the next day.

Yi Feng got up early, found Bai Piao Piao and Mao Mao, and was also preparing to leave.

"Young Master, if you don't have a place to live in the mountains next time, you can still come here." When saying goodbye, Bai Piaopiao said this after careful consideration.

"Thank you Miss Piao Piao."

Yi Feng nodded to the two women, turned around and left with the bamboo basket on his back, setting foot on the road down the mountain.

"Miss, why do you want him to come?" Maomao asked in confusion.

Bai Piao Piao smiled.

Yi Feng is just a mortal, and it will not affect or threaten their plans.

Moreover, his self-cultivation and knowledge made Bai Piao Piao sincerely admire him. Although admiration for a mortal person may seem far-fetched, it seems to be the case.

Therefore, she did not exclude the arrival of this mortal.

Unfortunately, he doesn't read books.

Otherwise, there should be more common topics!

"Okay, but it's good for him to come. The fish was really delicious last night." Mao Mao smiled mischievously and coveted the delicious food again.

"Okay, hurry up and clean up the room he lived in!" Bai Piao Piao said angrily.

Mao Mao stuck out his tongue and obediently went to clean up the room.

But after a while, he ran back and shouted, "Miss, Miss, come and see!"

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