However, just when he wanted to step forward to test the man's skills, he heard Feng Jiu's voice the next moment.
"Ze, my dad is here. Look, he's like a different person. No wonder we haven't heard from him."
Hearing Feng Jiu's smiling words, Xuanyuan Moze's face froze for a moment. For a moment, his expression was a little weird, but he returned to normal in the blink of an eye. Fortunately, he usually had a stern face, so if no one noticed at this time, no one would notice his difference.
"Congratulations, Uncle Xiao, for becoming a Martial God." He walked forward and congratulated him. His voice was steady as usual, without any trace of the abnormality from before.
"Haha, long time no see. How have you been lately?" Feng Xiao walked up to him, patted his shoulder, and said, "Thank you very much. I know you have helped a lot."
"This is what I should do." He smiled and said to Fengjiu, "Since Uncle Xiao is here, let's take him to see Aunt Rong first!"
"Yes, Daddy, Mommy has been waiting for you for a long time. If she knew you were here, she would be very happy. Come on, I'll take you to see her first." Fengjiu took his hand and led him inside.
Hearing this, Feng Xiao's heart moved, some expectation, some nervousness, for a moment, his heart was beating anxiously. Wanrong, he was about to see her, he had forgotten her for more than ten years, leaving her to bear everything alone, every time he thought of this, he felt guilty.
Did she blame him? Did she blame him
He didn't know how he followed his daughter inside. He only knew that along the way, people came out to greet him. His mind was confused and he only knew that he was nervous.
After turning a few paths and arriving at a courtyard, Feng Jiu stopped and did not follow in. She said to her father beside her: "Dad, Mom is inside, please go in!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she stepped back and walked towards the courtyard in front with Xuanyuan Moze.
Leng Shuang in the yard retreated silently after seeing the person coming. Although she didn't recognize who the person was, seeing that her master and the others did not come in but retreated instead, she tactfully did not ask any questions and left quietly.
Feng Xiao walked in, his steps light as if he was afraid to scare her. As he walked, he looked at the elegant figure who was trimming flowers and plants in the yard.
The exquisite and graceful figure, the silky black hair, the simple and elegant dress, the gentle and soft breath, all of them were familiar, and all of them made his heart beat, as if in an instant, he returned to the moment when he first met her...
Shangguan Wanrong, who had her back to him, didn't know that the person behind her was Feng Xiao. She thought it was Leng Shuang who was standing behind her, so she said without turning her head, "Leng Shuang, bring the kettle over and pour some water."
Hearing this, Feng Xiao stopped and looked around. His sight fell on the watering can used for watering the flowers. He walked over, took the can and handed it to her.
Shangguan Wanrong reached out to take it, but when her eyes met the hand holding the kettle, she was stunned for a moment and turned back instinctively. When she saw it, she froze in place.
Familiar eyebrows, familiar eyes, familiar face, familiar breath...
"Feng Xiao..."