Feng Ming was a little confused.
That look in his eyes didn't mean anything good, although he didn't see any malice just now.
With someone taking them, it was easy to get in and get out.
After Murong Wu went out, she went back directly with the two beasts in her arms, and didn't care about Feng Ming anymore.
Di Jueshang didn't explain anything and left the Lianmen together.
And as the two of them left, people in this place instantly felt that the pressure on their bodies was much less, and the expressions on their faces became much more vivid, although they usually didn't express much.
Feng Ming looked at the figure leaving gracefully.
He didn't see her say anything or make any other moves.
The future master of the harem was so broad-minded and reasonable.
Feng Ming raised his eyebrows and rubbed his nose gently.
Seeing how easy it was to talk to someone, he felt that it was a bit miserable to torment someone's pet beast.
Thinking about it, he was indeed a bit too much and a bit unkind.
Okay, things here are almost done, it’s time to leave, Feng Ming thought, then turned around, ready to explain to them and leave.
He had many other things over there, but he didn’t say anything yet.
He saw them staring at his face as if they had seen a ghost, their mouths were so frightened that they couldn't help but frown, "What's wrong?"
"My lord!"
The man looked at him, his tongue was a bit uneasy, and his eyes were full of fear.
"What's wrong?
Tell me."
Feng Ming was a little impatient.
He hated this kind of dilly-dallying.
"Sir, your face."
The man looked at Feng Ming in horror, pointed at his face with trembling fingers, and said with his tongue tied.
Feng Ming frowned and asked, "What's wrong with my face?"
He also touched his face with his hand.
There's nothing wrong with it, right?
As soon as I touched it, I was startled by the strange feeling.
What was going on?
Stopping at the bronze door and looking at the reflection above, Feng Ming was shocked by the figure inside.
Don't tell him what is inside.
It's him.
All I saw was a dark yellow copper face, a slender man in brocade clothes, with a face no less than a pig's head on his head.
For some unknown reason, the originally handsome face looked like it had been severely beaten.
It was swollen everywhere, but there was no pain or itching, and no feeling at all.
He finally understood why those people looked at him like a monster.
Was he really a monster at all?
Feng Ming is going crazy.
Although he doesn't care about appearance very much and doesn't love beauty that much, such an appearance makes him crazy, okay?
When he thought that someone would see him like this, Feng Ming wanted to silence him.
And thinking like this, the eyes that wanted to kill were shot towards him.
When those people came into contact with this line of sight, they all turned their heads hurriedly, woo woo, they didn't see anything.
Feng Mingming beat his chest.
Needless to say, this must have been done by that woman.
How could he think that she was generous and feel ashamed because he had just been so confused?
Of course, Feng Ming's reaction was what Murong Wu had expected.
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Although she didn't see him going crazy with her own eyes, she could still imagine it, even though Murong Wu was generally too lazy to spend time on unimportant people.
Murong Wu carried Xue Qiu'er and Ai Li back to Yunhuaxuan, and asked someone to prepare water first.
These two things were so dirty, it was as if they had been in a beggar's den for several days, and they stank all over.
It smelled of burnt meat and barbecue, and it was dirty.
Fortunately, Murong Wu could hold it back instead of kicking it away and throwing it away without a trace
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