Agent Beast Mother: Feng Ao Jiutian

"I'm not pouring cold water on you, Xin'er, I'm here to let you see the facts and the current situation clearly." Lan Mingyou's smiling face gradually cooled down, and she said icily.

He also noticed that Bo Jixin was a little unhappy, but he was doing it for her own good.

"I see, Master has nothing else to do, so I'll go back first." Bo Tingxin slightly raised his hands and folded them in front of his chest, his brows were cold.

"Xin'er, wait a minute." Lan Mingyou hadn't spoken yet, but Bei Mingfeng spoke, with a gentle voice.

Bo Lixin looked back at Bei Mingfeng, said without any expression: "Uncle, what else do you want to tell Xin'er? Or do you want to warn Xin'er?" [

Thinking of that face, Bo Tingxin couldn't get rid of it, as if something that had been dusty in her heart for a long time broke out again, no matter how she thought about it, she felt irritable.

"Neither. It's just that Xin'er just came back today. Your master and I plan to cleanse you up. Why don't we go out and have a few drinks?" Bei Mingfeng smiled slightly, looking at Bo Lixin with gentle eyes.

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Looking at Lan Mingyou's uneasy face, he suddenly remembered that he only came back today, and Lan Mingyou and the others were worried a lot these past few days. They were a little too excited just now and became angry.

Bei Mingfeng smiled and asked Bo Tangxin: "Xin'er doesn't want to go?"

"No, just >

Lan Mingyou still had no expression on his face, even if he didn't smile on his beautiful face, he would be overwhelmed. He lightly opened his thin lips and said, "Who said I won't go? Go, why not. The premise is that today's counting your treat."

He kept staring at Bo Lixin, and the "you" in the words naturally referred to Bo Lixin.

"No problem, let's go, master, uncle, the old place." Thin heart Liu raised her eyebrows, and the smile on her face was very generous. She had quickly adjusted her state and lifted herself from the depressed situation just now recovered.

"Let's change to another place today." Bei Mingfeng suggested.

Lan Mingyou turned his head slightly, and the gauze silk behind him danced, looking magnificent, he asked: "Then senior brother, where do you want to go?"

"Juke Inn." Bei Mingfeng said lightly, and then stood up, with a long body and a gentle and graceful face in a simple and elegant robe.

"Uncle, why are you going?" Bo Lixin pursed her lips lightly, moved a few steps away from Lan Mingyou, and looked outside the door.

Bei Mingfeng slid his fingers lightly over his sleeves, caressing the wrinkles on his body, the snow-white clothes were not stained and clean, his eyes moved slightly and said: "Where are some people who want to know?" information."

"No." Lan Mingyou shook his head and said coldly.

Bei Mingfeng's smile was still so warm. He didn't look at Lan Mingyou, but said to Bo Tingxin: "Xin'er, don't you want to participate in the martial arts conference? If you want to participate, you don't know how to do it. At least there are some opponents who can do it." Find out. Your master is probably tired, he won't go, let's go."

"Oh~ I understand. Master, are you really not going?" Bo Lixin nodded, knowing why Bei Mingfeng was going, but she turned around and asked Lan Mingyou.