The Insane and Good-For-Nothing Madam

After that, Feng Ruchu closed his eyes and looked like death: "Since the holy lord believes that I am the "traitor" who destroys the ceremonial ceremony, let me cross the nine-layered palace!"

There was a moment of silence in the hall.

The Holy Venerable squinted his eyes slightly and looked at Feng Ruchu, who seemed to be like a showman, and said that he was so miserable, not only smiled.

After a long while, the Holy Venerable opened his lips slightly and said faintly: "Clear teeth!"

This little guy is so cunning!

First, he praised his venerable deity, and then mentioned that he sealed the fierce beast, and he praised him for the first time and the next one. Then, he said pitifully how miserable and weak he was...

This implication, if he really killed her in a rage, wouldn't he use the hand of the beast to kill an orphan girl?

Besides, they deliberately reminded: She was hurt...

The dignified saint wants to do it with her at this time, that's not a rascal, cheeky!

It's just that she who can kill the spirit beast with her own power and even play Feng Mo'er, who has broken through the Nascent Soul Stage, with her applause, is she really ‘an orphan’?

"What's your name?" He had to look up her history.

"Feng Ruchu!" Feng Ruchu replied neatly. With the saint's shrewdness, she didn't have to do unnecessary deception.

"Feng Ruchu..." The Holy Venerable repeated softly, always feeling that the name was so familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it. However, it would not be the generals that made him feel familiar.

auzw.com So he asked again: "How old is it?"

"sixteen!"

Lord: "..."

After Moonlight Ruansha, the person looked suspicious, and looked at her thin body several times involuntarily, before slowly speaking: "Sixteen...not like...looks only twelve or thirteen years old. appearance."

Feng Ruchu was a little bit irritated by his Chi Guoguo gaze. Although there was a curtain, his deeply suspicious tone completely hurt her fragile self-esteem.

In the 21st century, she is absolutely white and beautiful, with long legs, her chest and her hips and her waist!

Feng Ruchu was like a cat with its tail stomped on, almost exploding "hair". He raised his head and glared at the gauze curtain, and patted his chest with his head up and chest up: "It's sixteen, what's the matter! Don't think you are. Holy Lord, you can look down on people. I am malnourished and stunted. Wait for me to take care of my body..."

"What will happen after recuperating?" The Lord's voice was extremely lazy, as if with a faint smile, mixed with a trace of playfulness.

At the age of sixteen, she is indeed thinner.

Fifteen-year-old Feng Mo'er, under a pampered environment, has grown into a slim girl, but this little guy is thin like a little chicken who can just walk.

Hearing the playful abuse in the voice of the Lord, Feng Ruchu was not willing to be ridiculed by him, and subconsciously retorted: "What will become of me after recuperation? This is not what the Lord should care about! You are as old as your old man. Now, you should have nothing to do to meditate, participate in Zen, plant flowers, walk around the birds, and live a comfortable and comfortable old age..."

However, the words in her mouth have not yet completely fallen, and she only feels a breeze blowing in front of her eyes, accompanied by the fragrance of flowers from far and near.

A slender figure appeared in front of him out of thin air.

Dressed in a white shirt, the clothes are fluttering, glowing with moonlight quietness, three thousand silver threads are not tied, like a vast Milky Way straight down for nine days.