The first wild phoenix master beast: lazy concubine Zhu Tian

"Feng Yunmo, don't push yourself too far." Feng Hantian, who was vomiting with Feng Yunshang, could no longer look at it and rushed out of the crowd. He didn't care whether she was the future Princess of Beiming, and shouted at her.

: "My mother is kneeling down to beg you, please don't do so much."

"Huh! That's too much." Feng Yunmo took a step forward, her face was full of anger, and a sarcastic smile twitched at the corner of her mouth: "The person involved was at fault first, and I want the person involved to come out and apologize to me face to face.

That's too much. Then who can I, Feng Yunmo, complain about the injustice I have suffered over the years? Do I deserve to be beaten by her? I want to save her, yes, but Feng Yunyi cannot apologize to me, so let her one-horned cheetah beast call me.

Just say "auntie" and I will save her immediately."

A war beast can only speak like a human being after it has passed the earth level and become a heaven level war beast. Feng Yunmo was undoubtedly making things difficult for Feng Hantian by letting a fourth level spiritual level war beast speak.

The level of the war beast is the same as that of the warrior. It is also divided into: warrior level, jade level, spirit level, earth level, heaven level, Xuanzong level, each level has seven levels. However, it has one more god level than the warrior.

The courtyard returned to tranquility, and the people watching did not dare to breathe heavily.

Feng Hantian clenched his fists, his eyes were bigger than bells, and the veins on his forehead were rising. He was so angry that he had nowhere to vent his anger, which made him feel hot in his body.

Yan Mei sat on the ground in despair, no longer kowtowing, her beautiful eyes were condensed with an icy cold light, and her thin eyebrows were frowned tightly.

Feng Yan Huohei had a sullen face, lowered his head, and also clenched his fists. Among the Feng family members left in Jiangcheng, none of the Xuan masters had reached Zixuan, and the masters had all left.

Otherwise, how could Feng Yunmo be so humiliated? He swore that he would punish Feng Yunmo severely as soon as Prince Beiming left.

Seeing that Feng Hantian was silent, Feng Yunmo moved his feet, turned around, and turned his profile to face everyone: "Since you can't even fulfill this small request, then don't blame me, Feng Yunmo, for being unkind. Go earlier.

Prepare the coffin and bury her in a grand manner. This hairpin will be regarded as a little thought from me. Although it is a bit shabby, it is still worth a few dollars. It will be regarded as the burial expenses I will pay to the fourth sister."

The red hairpin was lightly tossed and landed in front of Yan Mei. The red chip embedded in the hairpin shone brightly. Yan Mei reached out to pick it up and remembered that Feng Yunyi was clamoring for the hairpin in the morning, and she suddenly realized it.

If she knew that a hairpin would kill her daughter, she would definitely not let her go to Feng Yunmo to get it back.

Holding the hairpin, she cried proudly, her cries filled with a bit of creepy resentment.

*****

Feng Yunmo walked to the door of Wanyue Garden, suddenly stretched out her hand to support the wall, and covered her chest with one hand. Her chest felt a sharp pain, and a mouthful of black blood spurted out from her mouth.

"Miss, what's wrong with you?" Lu Ying wiped her mouth with a green handkerchief, patted Feng Yunmo on the back anxiously, and asked.

The person behind her reached out to support her and said worriedly: "As soon as the witchcraft uses internal power, the toxins in the body will flow faster with the blood. This poison must be resolved within five days."

"What, what? When did my young lady fall under the witchcraft spell?" Green Eagle asked in confusion.

Feng Yunmo patted her chest and looked back with a puzzled look on her face: "You used cold poison and witchcraft. How many poisons have I been poisoned by?"

"Same." Beiming Yexuan said with a smile: "Witches are the most vicious tricks of black wizards, and black wizards are also the cult that the Temple of Light is trying to kill."

"Feng Yunmo, don't push yourself too far." Feng Hantian, who was vomiting with Feng Yunshang, could no longer look at it and rushed out of the crowd. He didn't care whether she was the future Princess of Beiming, and shouted at her.

: "My mother is kneeling down to beg you, please don't do so much."

"Huh! That's too much." Feng Yunmo took a step forward, her face was full of anger, and a sarcastic smile twitched at the corner of her mouth: "The person involved was at fault first, and I want the person involved to come out and apologize to me face to face.

That's too much. Then who can I, Feng Yunmo, complain about the injustice I have suffered over the years? Do I deserve to be beaten by her? I want to save her, yes, but Feng Yunyi cannot apologize to me, so let her one-horned cheetah beast call me.

Just say "auntie" and I will save her immediately."

A war beast can only speak like a human being after it has passed the earth level and become a heaven level war beast. Feng Yunmo was undoubtedly making things difficult for Feng Hantian by letting a fourth level spiritual level war beast speak.

The level of the war beast is the same as that of the warrior. It is also divided into: warrior level, jade level, spirit level, earth level, heaven level, Xuanzong level, each level has seven levels. However, it has one more god level than the warrior.

The courtyard returned to tranquility, and the people watching did not dare to breathe heavily.

Feng Hantian clenched his fists, his eyes were bigger than bells, and the veins on his forehead were rising. He was so angry that he had nowhere to vent his anger, which made him feel hot in his body.

Yan Mei sat on the ground in despair, no longer kowtowing, her beautiful eyes were condensed with an icy cold light, and her thin eyebrows were frowned tightly.

Feng Yan Huohei had a sullen face, lowered his head, and also clenched his fists. Among the Feng family members left in Jiangcheng, none of the Xuan masters had reached Zixuan, and the masters had all left.

Otherwise, how could Feng Yunmo be so humiliated? He swore that he would punish Feng Yunmo severely as soon as Prince Beiming left.

Seeing that Feng Hantian was silent, Feng Yunmo moved his feet, turned around, and turned his profile to face everyone: "Since you can't even fulfill this small request, then don't blame me, Feng Yunmo, for being unkind. Go earlier.

Prepare the coffin and bury her in a grand manner. This hairpin will be regarded as a little thought from me. Although it is a bit shabby, it is still worth a few dollars. It will be regarded as the burial expenses I will pay to the fourth sister."

The red hairpin was lightly tossed and landed in front of Yan Mei. The red chip embedded in the hairpin shone brightly. Yan Mei reached out to pick it up and remembered that Feng Yunyi was clamoring for the hairpin in the morning, and she suddenly realized it.

If she knew that a hairpin would kill her daughter, she would definitely not let her go to Feng Yunmo to get it back.

Holding the hairpin, she cried proudly, her cries filled with a bit of creepy resentment.

*****

Feng Yunmo walked to the door of Wanyue Garden, suddenly stretched out her hand to support the wall, and covered her chest with one hand. Her chest felt a sharp pain, and a mouthful of black blood spurted out from her mouth.

"Miss, what's wrong with you?" Lu Ying wiped her mouth with a green handkerchief, patted Feng Yunmo on the back anxiously, and asked.

The person behind her reached out to support her and said worriedly: "As soon as the witchcraft uses internal power, the toxins in the body will flow faster with the blood. This poison must be resolved within five days."

"What, what? When did my young lady fall under the witchcraft spell?" Green Eagle asked in confusion.

Feng Yunmo patted her chest and looked back with a puzzled look on her face: "You used cold poison and witchcraft. How many poisons have I been poisoned by?"

"Same." Beiming Yexuan said with a smile: "Witches are the most vicious tricks of black wizards, and black wizards are also the cult that the Temple of Light is trying to kill."