The General’s Little Peasant Wife

But now he looks like it is really no way to like it.

Jomo Maple smiled coldly, looking at the unfinished expression as if he had seen something very interesting.

"Do you want me to stay there? Rebel against my mother? I am a thoughtful person. If I have thoughts, I will naturally resist. And I think they are more like my own parents than me." I feel sad for a mother like you. I remember a lot of things, just don't want to talk about it, but if you really want to start with my brother, then I am sorry, even if it is against you, I will be well-guarded." Jomo Feng said that he did not say a word.

The heart and liver that have not been lost by Jomo is full of pain. Is this her son? No, no, this is not her son, no.

"You are not my son, my son is not as big as you, who are you?"

The outside of the phoenixes looked a little blind, and came over and looked down at Jomao Feng, who had grown into a young boy.

Followed by Ning Mengyao, Fenger is well educated both in etiquette and in the discipline of civil and military. In particular, his son’s internal strength is not weak. This is the credit of others.

"You don't want to have my son? That's a coincidence, and I don't want to have a selfish mother like you." Jomo Feng didn't care.

It was only the phoenix that was close to him that he saw his slightly trembling hand.

Reaching out on Jomo's shoulder, the strange warmth made the anger in Jomo Maple's heart gradually suppressed, and even felt that this feeling was really very good.

Is this the so-called fatherly love? The same warmth as when I was holding him.

Suddenly looked up at Fengqi, seeing that he was looking at himself with a very gentle look, and his heart suddenly became warm and comfortable.

"It’s your business to not do what you want to do, but don’t touch us, don’t even want to hurt that child.” Feng said, looking at the cold mouth of Jomo Maple’s shoulder.

There was a slight change in the face that had not fallen, and she looked at the opposite father and son.

"You give me away, you don't know anything." They didn't want to see them look like this, and they screamed.

"I don't know anything, but I know I can't use my life to grow my own, and it's still a child. If you don't fall, don't you feel cruel like a hangman?" Feng Xiao looked cold and cold. Said.

As for the prophet, Feng Qi actually knows a lot. It is because it has not fallen, so he spent a lot of time to investigate this matter later.

It is a fact that all the prophets who have great abilities have a lifespan of less than 35 years old, but one thing is known in the circle of the prophet, as long as the prophet passes on the prophecy of his own life at the end of his life. To the person who is used to predict talent, then she can continue to live like ordinary people, but the body will be weak and cannot predict the future.

The reason why he did not fall is to find Jomo, knowing that he has the prophecy talent, this is the first, and the second is to let Qiao Tianchang send them to her hands and pass on their prophecy in the name of teaching. Go to Jomo's body and get a chance to live.

The unsettled face changed greatly because of the phoenix. She looked at Feng Xiao with some unbelief, and did not understand why he was so clear about these things.

"How do you know these things? You know so clearly."

"Why? Of course, in order to know you better, I always thought that you would not do such a thing, but I was wrong. In the face of death, not everyone can do the peace of mind, you are these days. So walking around is actually to find someone with the ability to predict, right?" Feng Wei looked coldly and asked.

Jomo Mapin is not a fool. He can't understand the conversation between the two. On the contrary, he understands everything and understands.

"So what if she really passed her prophecy to her nephew? What happened to her?" Qiao Mofeng asked worriedly as Feng Xiao asked.

"It’s not twenty years old."