Feng Jiaojiao walked to Feng Wuyou and looked at her with a smile. A big pie face squeezed into a pile, with a malicious light in her eyes: "Let's go."

Feng Wuyou was slightly stunned.

Feng Jiaojiao lowered her voice: "Are you still pointing at your barbarian slave to save you?

Don't think about it, I have sent someone to tell him that today's meeting has been postponed, so the admission to the Elder's House will also be postponed. Now, he is probably still waiting obediently in my brother's mansion."

Feng Wuyou suddenly raised her head and looked at Feng Jiaojiao's sarcastic look.

"You know?"

“Is it difficult?”

Feng Jiaojiao raised her fat chin: "Your barbarian slave is clearly very loyal to you. Why did my brother run to me when he said he wanted to take you to the Elders' Courtyard?

Whatever I said I wanted to follow me, I clearly wanted to enter the Elders' Home to protect you in close proprietorship.

If I guess correctly, your barbarian is very good, right?"

Feng Wuyou once again refreshed her understanding of Feng Jiaojiao.

This woman's thoughts are so meticulous that it contrasts with her rough appearance of 180 degrees.

She had thought she had noticed this before, but what Feng Jiaojiao said at this time made her know that she still underestimated her.

She could even see Xiao Jingdie's thoughts clearly.

Apart from not knowing that they were not barbarians and that their skills were far from what she could imagine, she saw through almost everything.

No... Feng Wuyou tightened his nerves.

This woman is so meticulous, can't she really see that something is wrong with their identity?

Or did she see it long ago, but she deliberately pretended not to see it in her words to numb them?

Before Feng Wuyou could say anything, Feng Jiaojiao had already shouted: "Where is the God Guard?"
Chapter completed!