Just as Feng Wuxie said this, an accurate eye knife came in an instant, and the overwhelming smell of ice was still the most familiar recipe. Feng Wuxie couldn't help but tighten the chrysanthemum and opened his eyes.

So far, he still cannot adapt well to the death gaze of his ancestors.

Especially at this moment, the ancestor's eyes clearly told him that he might be Pikachu's younger brother's itchy skin. Feng Wuxie, who realized this, instantly began to numb his scalp.

Based on his strong desire to survive, he felt that he could still struggle for a little while.

"Senior brother, look, we have no clues at the moment, why don't we sacrifice it? What if this Qianyuefeng is the place we are looking for?"

In fact, Feng Wuxie still had such intuition vaguely. After all, the entire Xiyue Sect seems to be in the hands of Feng Zanghai. Although this is just Feng Wuxie's guess, the head of the sect has never appeared.

Moreover, Feng Zanghai has always claimed that the leader has been in seclusion. He did not seize power on the surface, but had already quietly undermined the leader.

At present, Feng Zanghai has the final say in the entire Xiyue Sect. If he wants to hide someone, even if they have the ability to do the best, they will not be able to find it.

But what made Feng Wuxie discover the clues and doubt was that Feng Zanghai's attitude towards Feng He was still devoted to protecting his own girl on the surface, Feng Wuxie still heard the resentment in his tone.

Could it be that Feng He did something that annoyed Feng Zanghai, so Feng Zanghai hid Feng He in the snow?

In fact, since he came to Xiyue Sect, Feng Wuxie had already visited his nominal uncle.

Although he was an unfilial son driven out by the Feng family, Xiyue Sect had once extended an olive branch to him.

But Feng Zanghai's thoughts are clear in his heart, but he is happy to do this superficial work.

After all, the secret about him has not been completely solved.

"I think you are more suitable." Mo Qianyan gave him a cold look and said indifferently.

Upon hearing this, Feng Wuxie instantly collapsed. His ancestors wanted him to go deep into the tiger's den alone!

How did this happen?

As the saying goes, it is difficult to share blessings. How can this cold-faced and unscrupulous senior brother be missed? Even if the author is willing to let him go, Feng Wuxie will definitely not let him go.

Especially the appearance of this ancestor’s women is so sultry, it’s simply sultry!

"Senior Brother! Do you have the heart to see me go deep into the tiger's den alone? What if there is a situation, who will be your right-hand man in the future?"

Feng Wuxie came over again pitifully. Feng Wuxie claimed that no one understood his senior brother better than Mo Qianyan's soft-hearted nature.

“I don’t need it.”

Mo Qianyan avoided a little and continued to reply carelessly. This time, Feng Wuxie was completely hit.

Feelings are all wishful thinking. The ancestors don’t care about their saddles and horses at all. Is human nature already at this level of a dangerous path?

You say you want to abandon it?

No hesitation at all?

After all, he still feeds the dog with sincerity, right?

Feng Wuxie instantly felt that the world was so miserable!

"Senior Brother! Are you really so affectionate?"

At this moment, Feng Wuxie seemed to have seen through the warmth and coldness of human feelings in the world. He felt that his young heart was hurt, or was hurt by this kind-hearted man in front of him!

"Put your disgusting look, can I say it anymore?"

Mo Qianyan was quite speechless about Feng Wuxie, the drama master. What kind of Feng did he smoke to bring out this eye-catching dog thing?

It's just a terrible panic!

"What? Senior brother, have you agreed? That's great. I'll prepare women's clothing for you now!" Feng Wuxie immediately licked his smile and planned to leave.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he stood up, Mo Qianyan grabbed the collar. He looked back at Mo Qianyan with a confused look on his face.

"Senior brother, do you have any instructions?"

The words immediately turned around and Feng Wuxie smiled again. At this moment, his ancestors must be unhappy, so it would be better for him to restrain his proud look on his face.

"Just prepare your own."

After saying this, Mo Qianyan continued to look at him leisurely.

Wait, Feng Wuxie felt that he didn't understand what this ancestor meant. What does it mean to only prepare his own?

What about his?

Didn’t you agree to wear women’s clothing?

Why is it now his clothes?

Did the ancestors mean that they wanted to wear it together?

No, would you want to be so perverted?

A soldier can be killed but not humiliated! He will never wear women's clothing!

"Didn't your senior brother agree that you'll wear it?" Feng Wuxie smiled with a stiff face.

His expression must be ugly at this moment, but for the sake of the dignity of a devil Lord, he still has to express his position!

Mo Qianyan sneered, then stood up slowly. His happy figure instantly caused a huge pressure on Feng Wuxie.

In fact, to be honest, they are of the same height, so they shouldn't have such an illusion, but whenever Mo Qianyan stands tall and stands up, he always feels like he is being crushed.

Is it because of strength?

Thinking of this, Feng Wuxie immediately denied it again. The current strength of this ancestor is at most a little higher than his fingernail size.

So in order to reflect his sense of existence, he deliberately straightened his back, and then this seemingly unintentional action inexplicably made a certain ancestor feel provoked.

The struggle between men is always so inexplicably uncomprehensible.

Mo Qianyan raised his jaw slightly, and his sharp eyes stared at him coldly: "I am not the delicate Xia Ziyuan, I have the strength and means. Before resisting me, I might as well think about it yourself first."

It’s so desperate! Feng Wuxie was so shocked by these words that the monk was confused. Did he do something that just now that he was unhappy with this ancestor?

Didn’t you just doubt him?

As for threatening him?

Isn't he okay with wearing this women's clothing?

"That senior brother, you misunderstood. Can't I wear it? But this matter is still quite sudden. Can you ask me to prepare mentally?"

No matter what you do, you can admit defeat!

Feng Wuxie felt that as a dignified demon lord, being able to bend and stretch is definitely the greatest charming point in his excellent character.

"You know your identity!" Mo Qianyan sneered and went back to the room alone.

Feng Wuxie, who was left behind, could only look at the flawless back and countless grassland beasts ran through his heart.
Chapter completed!