Fengjue Tianxia: Poison Doctor Seventh Miss

After the fat man wiped his hands, he ignored the stinky horse with the same personality as his master, took out a small pink handkerchief, and handed it to Feng Qingyue happily.

This little handkerchief, of course, was not the pink handkerchief stained with mud spots yesterday, but his favorite and the one he hated to use the most.

Of course, if he knew that Miss Seven of their family hugged the cat with a handkerchief, he would definitely not give away his most beloved handkerchief.

Feng Qingyue was inside, and took Lang Shaobai's handkerchief. Although she knew it would be pink, it still felt strange to hold it in her hand.

The tacky pink, in Feng Qingyue's hands, actually has a refined beauty. [

The little black cat looked at the beautiful person in front of him and wanted to get closer, but the wet hair all over his body reminded him that the person in front of him was not a fairy, but a demon.

Holding the tacky pink handkerchief in her hand, Feng Qingyue hooked her fingers at the little black cat, "Come here."

The eyes of the little black cat glanced at the little pink handkerchief with a little distaste. Obviously, such a beautiful color is not its taste.

Looking at this look, Feng Qingyue understood.

She was bitten on the first day, and the little thing she thought was a dog was the one in front of her.

Moreover, looking at it so disgusting pink take a look of contempt.Feng Qingyue suddenly felt that she was despised by it on the first day because of the bright red clothes she was wearing.

Looking at the kitten, the more she hated the pink color, the happier Feng Qingyue became.

Since the cat is very small, and the handkerchief is relatively large, Feng Qingyue spread the small pink handkerchief aside, and the corners of her eyes twitched when she saw the small golden flowers embroidered on the handkerchief.

How should I put this Lang Shaobai's taste.

Normal people can't stand it.

Then, Feng Qingyue grabbed the little black cat.

Tie a small pink handkerchief, like a bellyband, to the little black cat's body, and tie a small bow on the tail.

When I felt that such a gaudy color handkerchief was tied to my body like a bellyband.

Feng Qingyue saw with satisfaction that the little black cat's beard was involuntarily raised, and the hair on its body was almost standing on end. Obviously, this little cat was almost blown out by Feng Qingyue's anger.

"Please return my pet to me, please? I apologize for the inconvenience it has caused you." Just when the little black cat was so angry that it almost exploded, a voice of about seventeen or eight came from outside the carriage. The voice of an old man.Compared with Lang Shaobai's male duck voice, it's so much easier to hear.

After hearing this voice, the little black cat stopped blowing up, and threw itself into Feng Qingyue's arms while wearing a small pink bellyband.

Seeing this action, Feng Qingyue suddenly became interested in the people outside.

It is estimated that there are not many people who can scare this cat like this.

"This cat is your pet?" Feng Qingyue lazily leaned on the cushion inside the carriage, pinching the little black cat's ears, not intending to go out at all. [

"Cat?" The people outside saw that the people in the carriage did not come out, and frowned at first, obviously, they felt that Feng Qingyue's behavior was impolite.Hearing Feng Qingyue's words again, he pondered for a while, and then said affirmatively, "That's right, it's that little black cat."