When the Brahma Sutra heard Huo Fei's words, his old eyebrows were also twisted, trying to remember something. In the end, his memory couldn't find such a child in Jiuzhongtian.

After so many years, there shouldn't be such a child.

However, the breath on his body and the fire-shaped mark between his eyebrows all made it clear that he can only be the little master above the Nine Heavens.

"Anyone?" The Brahma Sutra finally couldn't help but said: "Where do you live? How did you grow up? Who taught you to read, read, and read? And..."

"To shut up."

Gong Yulan said two words coldly.

The Brahma Sutra's mouth opened a few times, and the old eyes looked at Duanmu Ya secretly, and finally closed his mouth and stopped speaking.

When the Brahma Sutra was speaking, Huo Fei's eyes stared at the Brahma Sutra, "Wushan is so unpleasant?"

When I heard the Sanskrit Sutra, I was dumbfounded and said incoherently: "Master, he, he, little master, he, he..."

Gong Yulan stayed silent, her hand holding Huo Fei's collar tightened tightly.

Huo Fei doesn't seem to be afraid of life, no, it should be said that he doesn't seem to reject Gong Yulanzhi and the Brahma Sutra. Being carried by Gong Yulanzhi like this, he didn't even think about struggling, and his calm and big eyes looked at Brahman curiously. The crutches.

He tilted his head and looked at it for a moment, and said, "Grandpa, you cane..."

The Brahma Sutra couldn't help blurting out: "How about the little old man's crutches?"

Huo Fei frowned, "I seem to have seen it somewhere."

The Brahma Sutra grabbed the cane's claws and shook, then glanced at Gong Yulan, his expression extremely excited.

Gong Yulan's expression remained calm. He pursed his lips and stared at the fire-shaped mark between Huo Fei's eyebrows without saying a word, as if thinking about something.

Huo Fei was very interested in the crutches of the Brahma Sutra, and his beautiful little hand stretched out from his robe, with a little fingertip, and the cane of the Brahma Sutra immediately spewed out a powerful real fire!

Huo Fei watched, her pink mouth curled up.

I seem to be very satisfied with this result.

Duanmu Yawang stared aside.

The wooden crutch should be the exclusive weapon of the Brahma Sutra. It should be someone who has recognized the Lord. She has also seen the power of the Brahma Sutra. The real fire sprayed out by the wooden cane is very powerful. Jinyu was burned all over!

However, now, his weapon, Huo Fei, is actually lightly tapped, and his weapon is easily dominated by him!

In other words, Huo Fei's spiritual power is far above the Brahma Sutra!

God is God, such a small child is so powerful!

The weapons of the Brahma Sutra belong to the fire spirit.

His own crutches, the real fire that was ignited by others, the Brahma Sutra was not unpleasant, nor surprised, but he was taken aback. After he recovered, he immediately mobilized the aura in his body to maximize the aura.

However, the real fire on the crutch still cannot be recovered.

The Brahma Sutra swallowed and looked at Huo Fei incredible, with shocks and surprises in his eyes that people couldn't ignore, and the gaze that looked at Huo Fei suddenly became kind and pampered.

Finally, he looked at Gong Yulanzhi, as if expecting him to say something.

Gong Yulan seemed to be unaware of the Brahma Sutra's behavior, staring at Huo Fei for a moment, and then said, "What is your weapon?"

"maple."

As soon as Gong Yulan spoke, Huo Fei became particularly obedient, and immediately replied.

He seemed to be particularly talkative today, as if he was worried that Gong Yulan would not understand, he gently pointed at the maple leaf on his clothes with his fingertips, and said, "Maple of the maple leaf."

Gong Yulan looked at the maple leaf on his robe thoughtfully.

Huo Fei didn't hear Gong Yulanzhi speaking, raised his face to look at him, and asked in a clear voice: "You are Gong Yulanzhi? My sister always talks about you."

Gong Yulan Zhi's ear tips turned red, and he glanced sideways at Duanmu Yawang.

"Ahem!"

Duanmu Yawang's face under the mask also blushed and coughed lightly, "In fact, it's not always, I mentioned it once or twice."

Huo Fei shook his head and emphasized seriously: "Sister, more than once or twice."

Gong Yulan stared at her, his eyes burning.

Duanmu Yawang's cheeks were hot when he was seen, "What to look at, up to three times!"

Gong Yulan only looked at her like this, his lips curled, and his smile was so beautiful that Wanhua would lose her color!

Duanmu Ya glanced at it, and quickly averted his gaze, cursing inwardly: It's really a disaster, it's not a long time to look so good!

Huo Fei blinked his big eyes twice, obviously disagreeing with Duanmu Yawang's words. Just about to speak, Duanmu Yawang squinted and looked at him dangerously: "Xiao Fei, do you still want to say something to me? "

Although Huo Fei is small and not talkative, he is extremely smart. At a glance, he can see that Duanmu Yawang is actually annoyed. He laughed immediately, and his big eyes are beautiful: "Sister, you don't have to be shy."

Shy ass!

If it were someone else, Duanmu Yawang would definitely say this.

However, Huo Fei was still a child, and a child of God, Duan Muya thought about it for a while, but don't use these words to teach the child.

After hearing the Brahma Sutra on one side, the old face was very happy, and he looked at Duan Muya with excitement.

Huo Fei turned his gaze back, raised his little face and looked at Gong Yulanzhi, with a serious expression on his face: "I don't know why, I think you are so familiar, and I always feel that I have seen you."

After that, I remembered something, calm and beautiful with big eyes sparkling, and said: "You are so amazing, you are the most amazing person I have ever seen. If I work hard to cultivate, will you be so amazing?"

Gong Yulan pressed her lips to look at him without saying a word.

Duanmu Yawang was stunned.

Gong Yulan is only the most powerful person Huo Fei has ever seen?

Huo Fei is a god!

How could he say such things to Gong Yulan?

"Hey, you are enough, why do you keep carrying the child like this?"

Duan Muya saw that Gong Yulan was holding Huo Fei's collar all the time, and she had no intention of letting go. She was worried that this would strangle the child's neck, so she couldn't help but walk over and take Huo Fei away from Gong Yulan. Zhizhi pulled over and hugged him in his arms.

Huo Fei liked Duanmu Yawang very much and didn't resist, but he still stared at Gong Yulan.

The more you look, the more you worship.

Duanmu Yawang frowned slightly, lowered her head to look at Huo Fei, and then raised her eyes to look at Gong Yulanzhi, and then, for some reason, suddenly found that the two people seemed to have a lot in common.

In terms of appearance, both of them are very good. Naturally, there is no need to say. In terms of appearance, both of them have very long silver hair and do not take any care of them. Eating food, the attitude shown by the staleness of human beings is exactly the same; in terms of temperament, both of them are immaculate and impeccable, and no one can match them.

The most important thing is that there is a mark between the two men's eyebrows.

To tell the truth, this kind of imprint, Duanmu Yawang watched TV when he was a child, and liked it very much. He only felt that it made people look particularly good. When I saw Gong Yulan for the first time, I only felt that the red moon print on his forehead made him more and more impressed. Good-looking, more and more unattainable.