In the mind of the little prince Tu, among the men of this world, Ning Fengxi can be compared with him.
He is another monk unless he returns to secular life… But everyone knows that Ning Fengxi is the heir to the saint.
He will never live the same life as a normal person.
Xin Lin coughed a few times. “Sorry, as far as I know, that man is really better than you.” “I don’t believe it, but you said that the man has a very good surname and name. I will definitely find him and compete with him.” “The little prince looked arrogant.
He thought that Xin Lin deliberately made up someone to make up for excuse himself.
“That man’s name is Guihu.”
Xin Lin said coldly.
Ghost Hu?
In the No. 1 of the Spirit-Feng Talisman, a certain arrogant breath paused.
In those blue eyes, light flashed.
“Mama and Raira have finally officially announced.”
The egg cub was very excited.
The little fox rolled his eyes.
“This idiot, can’t it tell that its idiot is lying. It’s obviously lying to the idiot little prince.”
But the little fox didn’t say it, but was so happy to laugh at it.
Among the strong people in this world, is there a person named Guihu?
The little prince was thinking hard.
In the crowd, several students from Taichang Holy Academy were puzzled and looked at Governor Ning.
Governor Ning suddenly fell silent.
“Governor Ning, what lake do you think is there in the trial field of No. 1?”
Feng Xi did not say anything.
“Senior Brother Fengxi?”
Luo Yan, who was standing beside him, also felt something was wrong and gently pulled Fengxi’s sleeve.
Feng Xi still didn’t respond, and the light seemed to be much dimming in his eyes.