Godly Empress Doctor

Not only did it stimulate Master Temugi, it also stimulated Master Temugi's disciple Ji Win.

Ji Wing stood up and stared at Feng Dance and reprimanded him: “Feng Dance, don't make a scene. ”

His Royal Highness, originally lazy, sitting on a chair, instantly a spirit, with a straight waistplate!

His sharp-edged eyes instantly shot at Phoenix and Ji Win!

Especially Ji Wing, who was shot in the back by an eye knife from King's Landing.

But he didn't realize what was happening.

He whispered to Phoenix: “This is my master, you show some respect! ”

The phoenix dance almost got angry.

“Your master is not my master, why should I show some respect? Who are you? ”

Ji Win: “Xiaodang, have you forgotten? I told you I'd marry you! ”

No one noticed that His Majesty's frontal horn was already flat with blue blood vessels.

Feng Dance looked at Ji Win with the same eyes as the retard: “Who are you? Who gave you the right to talk to me? Tell your master to talk to me! ”

Phoenix danced intentionally. She deliberately made Ji win faceless, forcing him to become angry.

If a person's emotions do not fluctuate, then nothing will appear.

Only when emotions are too intensely out of control will they exhibit additional emotions.

Whether it's Master Dragonwood or Ji Win, they pay for what they do.

Master Tuanmu does not yet know the purpose of the Phoenix dance. All he has to do now is convince His Royal Highness that he can make a fighter jet.

He grasped a stack of drawings from his arms and respectfully presented them with his hands: "This is the drawing that my husband studied for many years and eventually drew. It's all about flying fighters, please take a look. ”

Phoenix glanced at the drawings, eh, look at the scenes a little familiar?

At first glance, Master Wang's eyeballs are even bigger!

Because that picture is exactly like the fighter jet analysis that Phoenix left him before the dance.

Feng Dance's questionable gaze turned to Master Wang.

Master Wang's heart was trembling. He had a bad feeling.

Feng Dance looked at Master Wang suspiciously: "What's going on? ”

Master Wang subconsciously touched himself in his arms.

He always carried this drawing with him. The outer layer was wrapped in oil paper. He kept it close to his chest. Even if he slept, he would never take it out. He would never sleep with his chest curled. No one could take it.

And lately... he hasn't bathed, so it's impossible to be taken away.

Phoenix: “Master Wang, what's going on? ”

Master Wang touched the chest position, hard bang, that's the feel of the paper, and the thickness didn't change... so should it be okay?

However, Master Wang did not feel comfortable. He flanked his body and smugly removed the oil paper wrapped drawings from his arms, carefully unfolding.

Master Wang's face changed at a glance.

Because this drawing is not the one hand-painted before the phoenix dance!

This drawer is a rough, skewed line, any inscription drawing, not a fighter jet drawing.

Phoenix and Master Wang looked at each other and saw the color of surprise in each other's eyes.

Master Wang filled with bean-sized sweat beads, brushed down and rolled down.

“This, this... what's going on? I and I have been carrying it closely...” Master Wang is in a bit of a hurry, "how could it be replaced? By whom? Where are the real drawings? I, I...”

Master Wang hastily said: “Last night I took out what I studied, it's impossible to throw away! ”

Phoenix sighed. What else could she not understand?