Chapter 63 Feng Jiuyou’s Worry
“Little sister, why should we go with them.” Feng Chenyi looked at Jiang Huai who was sitting not far away from them and was bandaging his wounds.
asked absentmindedly.
He always felt that that man was not a good person and always stared at his little sister.
"Third brother, don't you think that with their escort, we can reach Huainan Mansion faster? And we don't have to worry about encountering bandits on the road."
Feng Jiuyou drank the fish soup happily and said happily.
Tools delivered automatically to your door are in vain if you don’t use them.
Feng Jiuyou was in a rare state of relaxation, stroking his belly with his palms and chattering to his Zai Zai.
Zai Zai, mother, don’t worry that you will become disabled in the future.
Zai Zai: His head is full of black lines.
Thinking of the scene where Jiang Huai took off his mask just now, his almost perfect facial features, resolute facial contours, and bottomless black eyes.
Coupled with his aura of innate nobility, she was really shocked.
It’s just amazing. At the same time, he was secretly glad that Zaizai's father was not ugly.
Before, she had thought that if Zaizai's appearance took after his father's, she would be depressed to death.
When I first met him, most of his face was covered by his beard, and even the outline of his face could not be seen clearly.
Only those deep and mysterious eyes had the fierce light that Feng Jiuyou was familiar with, and the murderous intention that could not be concealed.
It’s really exciting to think about it.
Unlike Feng Jiuyou, the villagers sitting on the other side, looking at the group of men in black with long swords hanging on their waists, felt uneasy in their hearts. They didn't even think about the fish soup in the pot. Fragrant.
They knew without thinking that the group of men in black had extraordinary status at first glance, and they didn’t know how You Yatou got involved with them.
"Old man, is it really okay for us to go with them?"
Mrs. Feng asked anxiously.
“Don’t worry, You girl is very independent.”
Mr. Feng didn’t think it was a big deal.
"Madam, can I ask you for a bowl of fish soup."
An Yi quietly came to Feng Jiuyou and said in a flattering way.
"Third brother, serve him a bowl."
Feng Jiuyou didn't make it difficult for him and said directly to Feng Chenyi. "Thank you, madam, young master."
An Yi was overjoyed and held his hands in front of Feng Jiuyou and Feng Chenyi.
“It’s okay.”
Feng Jiuyou waved his hands expressionlessly, thinking to himself.
If you want a horse to run, you have to let it eat grass.
This group of people will have to rely on that man for arrangements when they arrive at Huainan Mansion, right?
“Remember to bring the bowl back.”
Feng Chenyi handed the fish soup to An Yi’s hand and did not forget to warn him.
I don’t know where the little girl bought this bowl. It’s exquisite and beautiful.
When you get to a place and don’t have enough money, you can definitely pawn it for a lot of money.
Feng Jiuyou glanced at the bowl in An Yi's hand. It was an ordinary porcelain bowl that cost two yuan a piece in the supermarket. She had a lot of space in these bowls.
But when he thought of Dayuan Kingdom and the rough ceramic bowls, Feng Jiuyou understood what Feng Chenyi was thinking.
“Master, eat some.”
An An brought a handful of fish soup in front of Jiang Huai.
"Yes." Jiang Huai paused for a moment while looking at the bowl held by An Yi, and then responded lightly.
“How come it’s only one bowl.”
An San’s angry voice sounded. If it weren’t for escorting the victims, why would the master be so seriously injured without even thinking about resting? .
Still hungry here.
"Lao San."
An Yi pulled An San's sleeve and called him with dissatisfaction.
“Set 3, you have gone too far”
Jiang Huai did not raise his head, but his voice was as cold as ice.
An San suddenly felt chilled in his heart.
(End of this chapter)