"Look, that's Feng Xingying."
"She still has the nerve to come back."
"If I were her, I would have killed her head on."
"A beautiful soul makes a person beautiful. When I think of her vicious heart, I think her face doesn't look good either."
"The face of Dali Kingdom has been completely humiliated by her!"
"Poor Mrs. Feng, but the only female mysterious spiritual master in our Dali Kingdom was so angry to death by such an unfilial granddaughter. Alas..."
Accompanied by the rhythmic accusations from the crowd, Feng Xingying raised her head and chest, and sat on the back of the turtle spirit beast, with her small face facing the rising sun.
It seems that due to the influence of Feng Xingying's aura, Xigua no longer behaves like a turtle with its head held high, but instead uses the body of a turtle to take a perfect catwalk on the catwalk.
Yunxiang and Zhima also followed Feng Xingying's example, holding their heads high and facing all rumors with confidence.
After all, she is the eldest lady of the Feng family, and I heard that she has awakened into a noble spiritual being.
Ordinary people only dared to chase rumors, but no one dared to actually take action against her.
Even Feng Xingying's powerful aura made people retreat unconsciously. Although they remained onlookers, they made way for her so that she could go straight to the Feng family.
How could the Feng family not react when Feng Xingying made such a big move
Before Feng Xingying could step into the front door of the Feng family, Feng Yuexian and a dozen guards lined up to block him outside.
Feng Yuexian's eyes were red. After seeing Feng Xingying, she didn't say anything but cried sadly first.
Cry, cry again!
Feng Xingying hated this kind of pretentious fake crying.
Real crying and fake crying were invisible in front of her, a senior doctor.
It's a pity that the onlookers fell in love with her.
Feng Yuexian originally looked like an elegant and aloof fairy in pure white, but it was really sad to cry loudly without caring about her image.
Feng Xingying didn't speak, just looked at her quietly and coldly.
One of Feng Xingying's mounts, a spirit beast and a maid also followed her, trying to imitate Feng Xingying's appearance and staring coldly at Feng Yuexian.
Feng Yuexian was a little embarrassed by the stares, and finally decided to end the crying scene early and get to the point.
I saw Feng Yuexian pull out a handful of shiny white software from her waist and stab Feng Xingying while choking out:
"You dare to come back, you corrupted family spirit? I'm going to kill you!"
"when!"
The sound of the sword falling to the ground.
"Plop."
The sound of knees hitting the ground.
Feng Xingying just kicked casually, and after two sharp kicks, the aggressive Feng Yuexian dropped his sword and fell to his knees.
"Hit." Feng Xingying ordered coldly.
"Papa." Yunxiang rushed forward and slapped Feng Yuexian twice.
Feng Yuexian was furious. She knew she might be beaten by Feng Xingying if she went out to play, but she endured it in order to crush Feng Xingying to death. After all, Feng Xingying was the eldest sister in her clan.
But she didn't expect that today she would be beaten by a maid who had been silent all this time!
Moreover, Yunxiang's palms were like two wooden boards, stiff and cold, and it hurt when hit on the face.
"Bitch, how dare you!"
"Continue." Feng Xingying flicked the dust on his sleeves with a dignified expression.
"Papa." Yunxiang continued.
"Feng Xingying, you dare to hit me?..."
"Pop."
"Ah!! My father will not let you go."
"Pop."
"Help."
"Pop."
After more than a dozen rhythmic slaps, Feng Yuexian's face was swollen to the point of being erratic.
She wanted to speak, but she couldn't because her face would be sore when she opened her mouth.
The smart guards had already turned back and asked the master of the house!
Why is no one on
They also want to get on it, but look at the big turtle next to Feng Xingying, which is at least the third level in size. Who dares to get on it
Feng Xingying even beat the third lady. Are they looking for death when they go up