Feng Jun’s beautiful face, floating a gentle smile: “Ran, you are finally here.”

As if he was in this tomb, waiting for a long time.

Feng Ling is incredulously looking at Feng Jun who walked out of the picture. His body is like the moonlight. The illusory is not true.

Feng Lingran's scorpion is a little tight, the black scorpion locks Feng Jun's illusory figure, the thin lips are slightly open, and the hair is swearing: "You are, I am?"

From an early age, he grew up in the palace of the Eastern Jin Dynasty. The monarch of the Eastern Jin Dynasty loved him very much. But the mother-in-law never allowed him to call the father of the monarch. When he was a child, he asked the mother-in-law many times. Why didn’t he let him call the father? The mother-in-law is only a painful expression, but she never tells him why?

Now, he finally knows why this is?

The mother is not his mother, and the monarch is not his father.

The person who is very similar to his appearance is his true father.

Feng Jun nodded and looked at him lovingly: "Well, I am you, forgive me, I left you when I was young."

Feng Jun’s twilight was a bit stunned. After a pause, he continued: “I don’t have much time, but I am ready to pass on.”

Feng Lingran still wants to ask another question, but there is no chance. Feng Jun’s illusory white fingers wave, and Feng Lin, suspended in midair, turns into a small fire phoenix, a loud scream, and the unfolding phoenix wings are like Burned by the fire, flying into the heart of Feng Lingran.

Feng Junying's white finger, then clicked on Feng Lingran's forehead, deeply looking at his young face, said: "Ran, this is a glimpse of my stay in the tomb. The meaning of existence is to hand over the inheritance of the Feng nationality to you.

When my mission is completed, my ignorance will disappear. ”

Strong aura, slammed into his body, Feng Ling seems to be fixed, he can hear the words of Feng Jun, but can not speak.

I do not know how long it has been.

Feng Jun gave the last aura of God's knowledge to Feng Lingran, and his illusory figure gradually disappeared.

Chaos has also disappeared.

The tomb became the same.

Feng Ling was a little lost, the man in the picture was gone, only the beautiful woman with a twilight sag, she held a handkerchief and half smiled.

If Feng Lingran understands what he was, he was embarrassed at the time, he should be standing in his position and watching his mother.

This is the original picture.

After they came in, what they saw was actually the gods that he left behind. Now the gods disappeared, and only the lonely mother was left in the picture.

The boundary of the entrance to the tomb disappeared.

Xiao Yu and Xiao Qi’s heart were happy, and they came in and saw Feng Ling’s hand reaching for the picture and getting it to the desk.

Xiao Yu is a bit inexplicable. He walked over and was amazed. How could one person be missing from the picture?

Where did Feng Lingran go?

Xiao Yu blinked and determined that he was not mistaken. At this time, Feng Ling’s slender fingers had begun to grind.

"Feng Lingran..." You...had not said anything yet, Xiao Yu’s tongue wrapped around a corner and said: "Where is it?"

She had already married him in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, and came to the tomb. She also called her mother. You are awkward and awkward. Although the word is poor, the former is called and there are many points to be born.

Xiao Yu looked up and saw Feng Lingran, suddenly found that his forehead, a "thing", looming, she has not seen clearly, what is it? The "things" of his heart disappeared.

Life.

Feng Lingran’s life spirit appeared.

Xiao Yu was shocked in his heart, but unfortunately did not see clearly, what is Feng Lingran’s life?

"He is gone." Feng Ling said very calmly.

Picking up the wolf on the desk, Feng Ling hesitated for a while, pen down, serious and meticulous delineation.

Xiao Yu's petite body was removed, giving him enough space. Xiao Yu knew in his heart that this painting could not tolerate a slight mistake for Feng Lingran.

Xiao Yu stood aside, quietly watching the paintings of Feng Lingran, slender fingers, every stroke is meticulous, the fire is pure, his concentrated expression is also very beautiful.

Xiao Yu thought, this world, in addition to Feng Lingran, no second person, can restore Feng Jun.

This painting has passed for a long time.

Xiaoqi’s stomach was hungry, and his baby’s face was red, and he swung his stomach. He turned and walked to the corner of the tomb. He said in his heart: Damn belly, how dare you disturb the master? No more calls.

Hungry, what will you do? I cried again.

Xiao Yu is also hungry, but she is not like Xiaoqi, so she has no interest, and her hungry stomach is screaming.

Xiao Yu’s sorrowful spirits have been watching Feng Ling’s swaying fingers on the paintings. The knowledge of Feng Lingran’s paintings is very deep. When he sees him restore Feng Jun, Xiao Yu’s heart is still full of surprises, his hand is Like a magician, you can create a miracle with a glance.

The last two pens fell on Feng Jun’s eyes. At that moment, Feng Jun seemed to have lived alive, and the black and tender look at the beautiful woman around him.

Xiao Yu was very surprised, only to be applauded for Feng Lingran.

"Hey, he is back."

Xiao Yu excitedly said to Feng Lingran, seeing his tight face, and gradually relaxed, Xiao Yu was happy for Feng Xiao, but also pinched a cold sweat for him.

When I care too much about one thing, I can't help it. She understands the importance of this picture to Feng Lingran.

Wait until the picture is dry.

Feng Lingran put away the picture, Xiao Yu can see that when he put away the picture, the action was very cautious, as if afraid of losing points.

Feng Lingran took the picture out of the tomb.

After the three people walked out of the tombstone, the sky was already bright and the Guangyang was glaring.

Outside the tombstone, there are many people standing. They surround the tombstone. The first few people standing in front are Xiao Yu and Feng Lingran, and Xiao Qi are familiar.

The elders of the second phoenix saw Feng Lingran coming out of the tombstone. The anger and hatred pointed at Feng Lingran. He said: "You are a beast, your conscience is eaten by the dog. In order to get the inheritance of the phoenix, it is actually made. That kind of devastating thing. Today, I am going to kill you and take revenge for you."

The elders of Feng San red-eyed and angered: "I said that he is a beast, or lifted him up. The beast still has a conscience, but he does not. He does not even match the animals. I have already said that the demon girl is not a good thing, she The kind of oysters that are born is really not a good thing."

Feng Lingran's black and dark cockroaches changed suddenly. It was like dyed blood, blood red, and cold shot to the elders of Feng San.