Chapter 1959

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Feng Wu actually used the power of one person to attract all the flying knives away? She, she is so great?

Dugu Yamo felt a little guilty in his heart.

Just now she scolded Feng Wu for being so cruel, scolding her for being selfish, scolding her for being protected, scolding her... But she never thought that Feng Wu would choose such a decisive way to protect everyone...

I was wrong... I didn't expect you to take us out, I just poured my anger on you, Feng Wu...

Just when everyone had different thoughts because of Feng Wu's generosity to die, suddenly——

"Hey, why are you crying?"

Feng Wu's beautiful and beautiful face appeared in front of everyone, and she greeted everyone with a smile.

"what?"

"Phoenix dance?"

"you are still alive?"

"Aren't you dead?"

"Aren't you already dead?"

"Wow wow little dance ah ah ah-"

The person who reacted the most was Feng Xun, he hugged the phoenix dance and cried, and he was almost out of breath: "Xiao Wu, you are not dead, woo woo woo, Xiao Wu, you are not dead, that's great Whoa whoa whoa whoa-"

Feng Xun shouted and jumped in excitement, where is there a little bit of dignity and stability of the son of an aristocratic family?

Feng Wu patted his head and looked puzzled: "Why am I dying? Why do you all think I am dead? Do I look like such a short-lived person?"

"But did you die generously just to save us?" Feng Xun didn't wipe away her tears, so he complained to Feng Wu, "You stupid girl, who taught you to be so great? Don't do this kind of thing again in the future. do you know?!"

Feng Wu: "..." Is she the kind of person who would die generously to save others? She's taking her life very seriously, isn't she?

"Hey, where are those flying knives?" Dugu Yamo was the first to notice something was wrong.

Soon, everyone else also reacted.

They have been grinding here for a long time, but the flying knives are no longer fluttering in the air, what is going on?

"Hey, there, look at the wall!" Feng Sang reminded loudly.

brush brush --

For a time, everyone's eyes were focused on the snow-white wall.

On the wall, the shiny flying knives actually seemed to be stuck to the wall. The flying knives kept breaking free and made a humming sound, but there seemed to be an invisible force pulling them, making their efforts in vain.

"This...why are all these flying knives sticking to the wall? What's the matter?" Feng Xun asked Feng Wu for the adults, "Xiao Wu, shouldn't you do this? Also, this is What shape? It looks weird."

Feng Wu smiled, what shape is that?

"That's what I said when I scolded the master of the flying knife." Feng Wu put her hands behind her and said proudly.

"Are those two weird patterns cursing? What?" Feng Xun was even more curious.

The corner of Feng Wu's mouth raised a slight arc.

Of those flying knives, one was made into an S shape by her, and the other was made into a B shape by her. What kind of scolding is this? In Feng Wu's original twenty-first century earth, this is a swear word, everyone understands it, but in this world... only she understands it.

"It doesn't matter what you scold, the important thing is that the depression in your heart is out." Feng Wu exhaled a long breath.

"Xiao Wu, how did you do it?"

Feng Xun no longer bothered about the pattern, he focused on how Feng Wu did it.

At that time, she was clearly...

: Push a little friend's book, Da Fuzi's "Destiny Huangmou", fatten it up, you can plant it~

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