Mesmerizing Ghost Doctor

Nie Teng stood in front of the horse and looked at Feng Jiu, who was sitting on the horse's back, and his eyes twitched as he glanced over the face of the little boy in front of her.

"What is your business?" Feng Jiu looked at him, cold voice: "Let's go."

"Where are you going? I will send you," he said, his voice stiff and tense.

"Thank you, don't drive." The sound fell, she pulled the rope, and took the horse's belly and crossed him.

Looking at the gradual and gradual walking on the horse, he stood still, and looked at it quietly, until the figure disappeared into sight, and he regained his gaze.

"Master, can we take her back?" The black man who suddenly appeared came to him, and then he was out, but he was swept away by Nie Teng.

The black man was shocked and quickly bowed his head and looked back. He dared not look straight into his gaze. He was retreating, and his eyes saw him in the sword, far behind the Fengjiu.

Seeing this, he is awkward, but he can only keep up.

On the main peak of the college, a white figure looks far away from the red dress and rides away from the white horse.

As for the Ouyang Xiu, because he did not even touch the corner of Feng Jiu in the first battle, he still had to recognize him as a master. This made him ten people sizzling and inspired his cultivation. He was going to go back. The fiasco of this battle allowed him to bury himself in cultivation and did not go back.

"You said that he is doing this? Follow us all the way." Laobai walked with his hoof, and looked back at Nie Teng, who was far behind, very puzzled.

The human mind is difficult to understand, and that Nie Teng is the Prince of Qing Teng, and that one time he wants to force him to occupy it. The scene made a splash of blood, but I didn’t expect to follow the master now. I really don’t know what to do.

"Take your way, don't worry about other things." Feng Jiu said, reaching out and taking a fruit from the space and handing it to the little king around him: "Give it to you."

The little guy leaned in her arms with her eyes closed and said without looking at it: "Don't eat."

"You are a little boy, his mouth is quite picky." She did not care, he did not eat, she ate. But see, the little guy who leans in her arms is not fixed, not turning his head or moving, or adjusting the sitting position.

"What's wrong? Sitting uncomfortable?" she asked as she ate the fruit, holding his waist in one hand to prevent him from falling.

"How do you get around with flowers?" He suddenly opened his eyes and asked, a delicate little face could not cover the distress at this time.

"Ah?" Feng Jiu stunned: "Is it a flower? I don't have it!" She has the leisure time.

"No? How did this guy come back? And what about the little white face? I don't think he looks at your eyes." He likes the husband who knocked over the vinegar jar, and he doesn't let go.

However, if he is an adult man, it looks like a little bit of a point. This sounds like a look on his face, and people can't help but laugh.

"You have a lot of idle things! Tell me, are you really only three or four years old?" She was full of doubts, thinking that the children of three or four years old are more refined, and can't be refined like this?

"Those people look very annoying."

He wrinkled his good-looking brow and said with a small mouth. When his face was dark, he always had a illusion that Feng Jiu was the child.