The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Feng Shuo looked at the wind and looked like this, he knew that he did not listen to his words at all, but sighed helplessly: "You will understand later."

The purpose of bringing him here is actually just to let him know something. There are people outside the world, and there is a place where he knows his mistake.

It seems that now he does not realize such a problem at all.

"What do you mean by Uncle Huang?" The wind is endlessly looked at by his disappointing eyes, and his face is very ugly.

"It’s been a long time here. Haven’t you seen your own shortcomings? Ben said that you are Xiao Mu. Do you think that after you confront him, how big is it?” Feng Shuo looked at him. Asked at the opening of the sentence.

The windless expression of the face is gloomy. After watching the wind for a long time, I said coldly: "It seems that you are not worried about this matter."

"The wind is promising. I will not let you come to arrogance, but let you know your own shortcomings, and then learn." Feng Shuo laughed, but the smile was a little cold.

The wind is the most annoying to be looked at with such a look, he looked at the wind and looked at it: "Do you just look down on me?"

"Wind Shuobo, what do you say to him? Can he understand his IQ?" When Moo Shuo said something, Jomomo suddenly said.

"How come the nephew came over? Is there anything?" asked the wind strangely.

Jomo nodded. "Of course, my mother called the uncle."

"Okay, let's go." Feng Shuo nodded and left with Jomo Mou. Before leaving, he paused and turned to look at the wind and said coldly: "You should think about it yourself."

Jomo Mou looked at the wind with a bit of impatience: "Do you care about people who care about people like this?"

"Hey..." Feng Shuo looked helplessly at Jomo Mou, saying that his nephew was really good in front of him.

Jomo snorted and stopped talking, but the hands of the wind were clenched into fists.

When he was in the wind country, he was the pride of the sky. No one dared to do this to him. However, after he came here, the wind was found to be nowhere. He seemed to have become the dust on the ground. Not only did others not look at him, but even his The same is true of the good uncle.

"Don't irritate people any more, it's not good to make things happen." Feng Shuo looked helplessly at the side of Joe Moo.

Jomomo sneered without hesitation: "If he doesn't do anything, wouldn't I be bored? I won't do such a stupid thing." Jomo snorted and frowned.

He has to deal with the winds, if the opponent is too weak, what does it mean? Isn't that a sense of accomplishment gone?

Feng Shuo’s mouth twitched slightly, turned his head and looked at Jomo, and his face changed and changed: “Why do you know how you look like this?”

Jomo blinked and looked at the wind and wondered: "What do I look like?"

"So arrogant."

"I am not arrogant, I am telling the truth." Jomothan said with great certainty.

He really didn't arrogant. When he was arrogant, Feng Shuo hadn't seen it yet.

The time slowly passed, and in the twinkling of an eye, the day before Jomo Fengfeng became a pro, the generals of this time had already passed through the red, and the ups and downs of the ups and downs were so happy that people couldn’t help but be happy.

Seeing such a scene, Ning Mengyao and his wife, both with Feng Yu, were very satisfied and laughed.

I have been busy for so many days, and now it is finally here.

“Isn't FengXiao very happy?” Ning Mengyao asked Feng Xiao.

"That is of course. Looking at Maple has been good, I am more happy than anything." Feng Yu said of course.

Ning Mengyao shook his head with a funny smile. Such a person does not know when he will meet someone who can make him feel excited.

"Meng Yao, you don't want to make any bad ideas. My current life is very good." Feng Xiao saw Ning Mengyao like that, and suddenly she knew what she was thinking, and immediately said that she was dissatisfied.

"I am afraid that you will be stimulated when you arrive." When they are all one-on-one, he is a lonely man, can he be stimulated?