"You go to the thatched hut and raise the stove, I will find someone, and I'll be back later." Feng Mohan said after seeing the figure staggering in the snow for a long time.
"The emperor! Ah, Aye! The minion will follow and follow you!" The place is icy and snowy, and it is not a familiar site. If the emperor is left alone, he is worried. What if there is an accident
Feng Mohan has already started, "Are you following, as a burden?"
There was an arrow in the small board's heart, and when the pain was so painful, he suddenly saw a black shadow in front of him, and hurriedly reached out to catch it. When it was clear that the medicine bottle in his hand was grasped, his heart hurt quickly healed and warmed up.
The emperor had him as a minion in his heart, "The emperor, the minion is waiting for you to come back! The emperor be careful, walk slowly, pay attention to safety—"
His response was a snowball.
The snow in Yinyue Valley was very thick, and it was not in the back of the foot, and the boots squashed on it.
On the snowy ground, the two people walked up and down the path, one behind the other, keeping a close distance.
At the intersection about to go up the mountain, the person in front stopped suddenly, "Is it enough?"
Feng Mohan had never heard of the indifferent and sharp tone.
Raising his brows slightly, Feng Mohan raised his outer fur collar and covered half of his face. After the young man turned around, he continued to move forward.
Feng Yi pressed his eyebrows, his eyes turned sharp, his wrist flicked, and the rope on his back hit this way.
Hand in hand immediately.
You come and I go between the two sides, with more than a hundred moves against each other in an instant.
The more he hits, the tighter Feng Yi's brows frown.
Her skill is considered to be excellent. Since she was a child, in order to learn martial arts, she has suffered hardship that no one can imagine, but when the person in front of her coped, she seemed to be able to deal with it.
She is not his opponent.
Seeing this, Feng Yi stopped and stepped back, not wasting extra energy.
However, the other party didn't mean to stop. Instead, she deceived her and turned her defensive into an offensive. In a blink of an eye, she pushed her against the withered tree trunk on the side of the road.
"Who are you? What's your purpose?" Feng Yi asked indifferently, looking at the eyes behind the fur collar.
"So peaceful, are you afraid that I will kill you?"
"You are not murderous..." Feng Yi's eyes suddenly expanded slightly before the words were finished, "You, the emperor?!"
She is very familiar with his voice!
Withdrawing his hand against the woman, Feng Mohan pushed back two steps, pulled down the fur collar, revealing his handsome face, and raised his lips, "Good skill."
Looking at the familiar face, Feng Yi's eyes were complicated, and he didn't know what to say for a while.
I was shocked, there was something inexplicable besides the shock, the unspeakable soreness, the chest cavity was filled with something all of a sudden, bulging.
"... My skill is far worse than the emperor." In the end, she only said such an unsatisfactory sentence.
"If I can't even beat you, my emperor's uncle buried me early in the morning." With both hands, Feng Mohan's eyes were unlovable, making people want to laugh.
Feng Yi turned and smiled.
The name of Emperor Nanling is now very resounding in the whole world. Similarly, everyone in the world knew that Emperor Nanling was most afraid of his uncle, the cold and tough man.
"You... why are you here?" Feng Yi asked after laughing.
She is not a twitchy temperament, nor does she like to cover up, let alone escape.
In the face of Feng Mohan, she prefers to be straightforward to him.
Perhaps it was because he once said that he regarded her as a friend, and she always remembered this sentence.
"Naturally, I am looking for you, otherwise I can't find a place on this kind of map, what shall I do? Shall I see the scenery?"