The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Zhao Mingyu's eyes were cold and the sword in his hand was pulled out. He could not let this person disturb his aunt and sugar rest.

With his sword, Zhao Mingyu flew up. Jomo Feng's eyes were cold and the sword he would put in his hand was also pulled out. He slipped his feet on the stables and people flew straight up.

The fighting between the two quickly woke up Zhao's guard, and Qiao Tianchang woke up when he heard the horseshoe sound, but seeing the familiar figure, he didn't make a sound, but he didn't expect Zhao Mingyu to greet him like this.

The two men couldn't resist, and Jomo opened his eyes to Joe Tian's side and looked brightly.

“Dad, do you think Big Brother can win or Brother Ming Woo can win?” Jomo asked curiously.

“Tie hands.” Although Joe Mo Feng won by a marginal margin of strength, he is no match for Zhao Mingyu in real life experience.

Jomo whispered and looked very bored.

After half an hour of fighting, they were still even. Joe Mo Feng could not beat Zhao Mingyu with his inner strength, while Zhao Mingyu could not lose with his experience in action for a moment. The two were still so deadlocked.

“You two are in good spirits. You don't sleep in the middle of the night. Everybody, Maple, why are you here all night? Didn't the monkey say we'd wait for you in the chat town?” I don't know when I woke up, Ning Mengyao single-handedly stood by the window and looked at Jomo Feng and said, helplessly.

“Mother, did we wake you? ”

“It's okay, you woke up when you came. I wanted to see what the two of you were up to. I didn't expect to see you fight.” Ning Mengyao looked at the two people with a laugh.

Now, even if Zhao Mingyu is stupid enough, he knows that this man is Uncle Joe's son, Joe Mo Feng.

Zhao Mingyu grabbed his head with some embarrassment and said, “I'm so sorry, I think you're going to the carriage, worried you'll wake your aunt up and sleep with sugar candy, that's why I did it to you. ”

Ning Mengyao, I didn't think it would turn out that way.

“It's all right, my name is Jomo Maple. ”

“Zhao Mingyu. ”

They smile at each other, meaning they only understand each other.

Watching the two of them like this, Ning Mengyaozhu shouted: “You don't know each other. ”

Zhao Mingyu's guards were foolish at first. This teenager, smaller than Young Master Mingyu, was their son? And kung fu is so good.

“Big brother, you're here so fast, it's not even dawn yet and you're here, it seems you're very happy with this friend.” Jomo masked his mouth and he got a little sleepy.

Jomo Feng walked up to Jomo Feng and rubbed his head with a strong hand: “You little thing, you know how to flirt with me? ”

“That is.”

Jomo Feng couldn't help but laugh and stretched his hand a little bit. Jomo's head shook helplessly: “Look at you sleepy. Go to sleep. ”

“Got it. ”

“Dad, why don't you take the beans to their mother? ”

Joe Tianjin thought the same thing, but this little guy didn't like it, but now he sleeps in incense, and naturally there is no problem with his willingness, so he took people directly to the carriage.

Qiao Tianchang continued to rest by the carriage with Qiao Mo Feng, but Qiao Mo Feng and Zhao Mingyu really didn't know each other, they really became friends.

Neither of them slept, went to the creek together, didn't know if they had the same personality or if they were destined to be friends, and they talked soon.

Listen to some of Zhao Mingyu's experiences. Jomo Feng frowned: “No wonder you're so powerful in action. ”

“You're amazing, and you're smaller than me.” Zhao Mingyu also admired Joe Mo Feng. He was so young, and his martial arts were so powerful.

Jomo Feng couldn't help laughing: “When you have something in your heart that you want to protect, you naturally have the impetus to move forward. ”

“Maybe you're right.” Zhao Mingyu first smiled.

“Yes, this is for you.” Joe Mo Feng handed Zhao Mingyu the dagger that Phoenix had given him.