Nie Teng stood in front of the horse and looked at Feng Jiu who was sitting on the horseback. When his eyes passed on the face of the little boy in front of her, his expression moved slightly.
"What's your business?" Feng Jiu looked at him and said coldly, "Get out of the way."
"Where are you going? I'll see you." He said, his voice stiff.
"Thanks, don't bother to drive." When the voice fell, she pulled the horse rope, held the horse belly, and passed him.
Seeing the gradual ride away leisurely on horseback, he stood still and watched quietly, until the figure disappeared from his sight, and he took his gaze back.
"Master, do you want us to catch her back?" The man in black who appeared suddenly came to him, only to speak, but was swept by Nie Teng.
The man in black was startled, and quickly lowered his head and backed away. He didn't dare to look directly at him. He stepped back. From the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of him walking with the sword, following Feng Jiu far behind.
Seeing this, he was slightly startled, but he could only keep up.
And on the main peak of the academy, a white figure watched the red dress ride away on the white horse from afar...
As for Ouyang Xiu, because he was defeated before even touching Feng Jiu's clothes in the First World War, he had to be recognized as a master. This made his ten people frustrated, and it also inspired his cultivation heart. He originally planned to go back. Yes, but the disastrous defeat of this battle made him bury his heart in cultivation, and he didn't even go back.
"What do you think he is doing? He has followed us all the way." Lao Bai walked with his hoof and glanced back at Nie Teng who was following far behind, very puzzled.
Human minds are difficult to understand. As the prince Qingteng, Nie Teng wanted to forcibly occupy and marry his master as a concubine at that time!The scene caused blood to splatter three feet, I didn't expect to follow the master now, I really don't know what I want to do.
"Go your way, don't worry about other things." Feng Jiu said, stretched out his hand, took a fruit from the space and handed it to the little Hades next to him: "I'll eat it for you."
The little guy closed his eyes and leaned against her arms, and said, "Don't eat."
"You kid, your mouth is quite picky." She didn't care, he didn't eat it, she would eat it herself.But I saw that the little guy leaning in her arms was not fixed in time, either turning his head or moving, otherwise he would adjust his sitting posture.
"What's the matter? It's uncomfortable to sit?" She asked as she ate the fruit, putting her arm around his waist to prevent him from falling off the horse.
"Why are you messing around with flowers and grass?" He suddenly opened his eyes and asked, his delicate little face was full of unbearable distress.
"Huh?" Feng Jiu was startled for a moment: "Turning flowers into the grass? I don't have it!" She doesn't have that idle time.
"No? How did this guy follow? And what's the matter with that little white face? I think he doesn't look right at you." Like his husband who upset the jealous jar, he just grabbed it and didn't let it go.
It's just that if he looks like an adult man, it's okay, but it's just such a small look. This sounds like the look on his face, and people can't help but laugh.
"You are a lot of nosy! Tell me, you are really only three or four years old?" She was full of suspicion, thinking that three or four-year-old children are more refined, and it is impossible to be such a good one, right?
"Those people looked very annoying."
He frowned and said with a small mouth. When his face became dark, he always gave Feng Jiu the illusion that the child in front of him was the fellow of Hell.