Feng Hao saw that he was coming in with the elders of Feng Feng. He seemed to see new hopes, and he ignored the very poor face of the elders of Feng Er. His blood boiled again and eagerly asked: "Hey, small. The seven dog slaves died, right? You avenge me."

He promised to pass him, and he would not let anyone who harmed him.

On the eyes of Shang Fenghao, the elders of Feng Er were embarrassed for a while, and their hearts were even more uncomfortable. Hao Er was murdered into waste. He could not avenge his children.

Elder Feng Er came to the bed and sat down, gently patted Feng Hao's shoulder. His dim eyes made Feng Hao scream in his heart, and a bad pre-feel came to his heart.

"Haoer, it is useless, not able to help you revenge."

"What?" Feng Hao's mouth was weirdly pulled, watching the eyes of the elders of Feng Er, like watching a weird creature. He didn't believe it. He would say such words in his relatives, then he laughed happily: "Hey, you. Deceive me, with your cultivation, want to kill Xiaoqi easily, you said, even if Feng Lingran, can not stop you to help me revenge, you must be lying to me ..."

"Haoer, you listened to what you said." Elder Feng Er interrupted Feng Hao's voice, and said in his heart: "I haven't lied to you, things have changed, and even I am caught off guard."

Feng Hao wanted to say something and was stopped by the elders of Feng Er.

"I don't have time to explain too much to you. I mainly want you to go see him immediately. You must remember the words now. No matter what you did to Xiaoqi at the Fenglingan House, you don't want to. Admit, you have to be pitiful, you can't say the words of the little monks and Xiaoqi who ruined the white name, you can remember."

Lao Zong mainly sees him?

Feng Hao was full of doubts. When Feng Er’s elders helped him get out of bed, Feng Hao’s legs suddenly shivered. The old lord was a deterrent old man. He was afraid of seeing the old lord when he was a child. He was even more afraid to see the old lord after the disaster. Fortunately, when I met the old lord, there was very little. When he was in his youth, he could help him settle down. For a long time, Feng Hao was used to it.

Feng Hao was afraid of the old lord and didn't feel that he had done something wrong. He couldn't help but ask: "Hey, I didn't do anything wrong, I don't admit it, but why do you have to be pitiful?"

Elder Feng Er knew that Feng Hao had done things to Xiao Qi. He didn’t think that it was a mistake. He had long watched Feng Lingran and Xiao Qi’s unhappy. As for Bai Mu’s affairs, Elder Feng Er did not know, Feng Hao will be a little clever when he is young, and it is his consistent style to avoid heavy weight.

"Hey, you know that you didn't do anything wrong, but the little monk named Bai, his grandfather is the savior of the old lord, so I am afraid that you will smash the old lord, you suffer!"

Feng Hao was shocked. He never heard of the savior of the old lord. What is going on?

Feng Hao’s eyes flashed a flustered thought. He thought that he would confess the words of Bai Mu, to be known by the old lord, not to be dominated by the old patriarchs?

He said yes, don't admit, no matter what he did, as long as he didn't admit it, he was poorly dressed, and the old lord wouldn't be like him. Anyway, the old lord is also his grandfather! Can you kill your own grandson for the little monk who surnamed Bai? However, it is the surface to do the play for others to see.

Xiao Yu and Feng Shaoqi left the house of Feng Er’s elders and went to find Feng Lingran. Xiao Yu saw a misty purple shadow, standing under the catkins on the banks of the Qingshui River, and the ink was like a waterfall, fluttering with the wind and blue. His skirt is also like a lotus dance, as if a beautiful painting, in the heart of Xiao Yu's heart, a burst of embarrassment.

This person is so familiar.