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"Xiao Fengye." She called softly, and a stone that had been weighing on her heart for a long time seemed to be lifted away at this moment.
Xiao Fengye felt a little at a loss and a little stiff. He didn't expect that his niece would hug him in front of so many people. However, smelling the faint fragrance on her body and seeing the warm embrace, he was reluctant to leave.
He stretched out his short hands and held her awkwardly, as if to hide his nervousness, joy and helplessness. The little guy acted like an adult, blinked his eyes and said seriously: "Niece, you should call me uncle."
Hearing this, Feng Jiu burst out laughing. She put her hands on his shoulders and pulled him away. She looked at the little man in front of her with her smiling eyes and said jokingly, "You are still so young. If I keep calling you uncle, what will happen if you don't grow up in the future?"
"Ah? That shouldn't be the case?" The little guy was stunned for a moment, frightened.
"Of course I won't. Although you are older than me, you are younger than me. If I keep calling you uncle before you grow up, you won't grow taller." She held back her laughter and said seriously.
"Ah? Really? Then, what should I do? Otherwise, you should just call me Xiao Fengye! When I grow up, you can call me little uncle, and you must call me that!" He didn't want to be short, but even though he was small, he was still her uncle!
The people around couldn't help laughing after hearing this.
At this time, Zhao Yang came over nervously and called out, "Sister Feng."
"Yangyang."
She reached out and pulled him over to look at him, then said with a smile, "You're so tall now, it's great that you're both still alive." She had never dared to think about seeing them both again. She had always thought that they were dead, but she didn't expect that they were still alive.
"We were saved by our master, and have been practicing in the mountains for the past few years. Our master wouldn't let us go down the mountain, so we sneaked down." Zhao Yang said, looking at Feng Jiu who was right in front of him, he was also very happy.
"Who is your master? He saved you, I should go and thank him." She said with a smile and asked about the two people's master.
"It's Tianxu Taoist of Wutong Mountain." Feng Ye said, giving the name of his master.
Hearing this, Feng Jiu murmured softly, "Wutong Mountain Tianxu Daojun?" She glanced at Song Ming and the others and said, "Do you know this Daojun?"
They looked at each other and shook their heads: "I've never heard of him. He might be a recluse."
Seeing this, Feng Jiu nodded and planned to turn around and ask Hun Yuan Zi. Song Ming and the others didn't know him, but Hun Yuan Zi, at his age, should know him.
So, she took the two of them by the hand and said, "You won't be full just by eating fruits. I'll ask them to prepare some food. Let's eat first and then talk!"
When Ning Lang heard this, he smiled and said, "I have already asked someone to arrange everything. You guys sit down first, I will ask someone to bring in the food." After saying that, he walked out.
"The spiritual juice on your face can only be wiped clean with a wet towel. Come in with me! I'll take you in to wash your face." Feng Jiu said to Feng Ye, then looked at Zhao Yang and said with a smile: "Yang Yang, come with us too."