Fei Ziyang's expression was serious and solemn.

stared intently at the pure white holy boat in Ye Qinqin's palm.

"I'm going to take back the Fei Clan's holy ship."

He stretched out his hand.

Fast past the lightning, from Ye Qinqin's hands, take back the holy ship belonging to the Fei clan.

Ye Qinqin saw that the pure white boat was taken away by Fei Ziyang.

The figure retreated sharply.

Quickly move away from Fei Ziyang.

——

Fei Hanfeng saw that the patriarch Fei Ziyang was about to pick up the holy ship of the Fei clan.

I remembered the picture of being overwhelmed by the heavy holy ship just now.

He wanted to stop.

But it was a step too late.

Patriarch Fei Ziyang has already picked up the Fei Clan's holy ship.

Fei Hanfeng's face changed.

Stand back.

Helplessly, he watched the pure white boat repeat his old tricks.

Hundreds of times larger.

With an absolutely strong weight.

Press Fei Ziyang, the patriarch of the Fei Clan, under the ship.

"No—"

Under the boat, there was the angry voice of Feizi Yang.

——

Ye Qinqin briskly picked up her cherry-red lips.

She had expected it a long time ago.

Fei Ziyang will be crushed under the ship.

"Fei Ziyang, do you need help, pull you out!"

Ye Qinqin chuckled.

Looking at the whole person in the shape of a snail, Fei Ziyang who was crushed under the boat.

Fei Ziyang's face turned red.

Desperately hard.

I want to climb out from under the boat.

"No—" Fei Ziyang gritted his teeth.

He didn't need the help of others to get out of the bottom of the boat.

Half an hour later.

Fei Ziyang's expression was bitter.

Sweating profusely.

looked at Song Yuyi, who was sitting leisurely on the stone on the side.

Call him for help.

"Please help me!"

He decided that only Song Yuyi, who could defeat him, could help him remove the breathless holy ship that was pressing.

——

Song Yuyi looked at Fei Ziyang.

He said lightly: "One condition!" ”

If you want him to help, you have to be satisfied.

Fei Ziyang gritted his teeth and nodded, "As long as it won't hurt the Fei clan, I can agree." ”

Song Yuyi raised her eyebrows.

Agree.

"Good!"

What he wanted was Fei Ziyang's words.

Song Yuyi smiled lightly.

The beautiful phoenix eyes are full of tenderness and sweetness.

Staring at Ye Qinqin.

"Qinqin, you bring the boat."

Ye Qinqin nodded happily.

She quickly ran forward.

Hold on to the pure white holy ship.

The pure white holy ship shrank rapidly.

In the blink of an eye.

It became a delicate and exquisite pure white boat, stopping in the palm of Ye Qinqin's hand.

——

Fei Ziyang got up from the ground.

He looked at Ye Qinqin with a sly smile in shock.

Deeply hit.

He is the patriarch of the Fei clan.

But he was disgusted by the holy ship of the Fei clan.

"Fei Ziyang, remember the one condition you promised." Ye Qinqin said with a smile.

"I know, as long as it's not something that harms the Fei clan, I will definitely agree." Fei Ziyang said in a deep voice.

Ye Qinqin's eyes flashed.

looked at Fei Ziyang.

"I want to ask Mom about Flying Dance." Ye Qinqin said word by word.

Fei Ziyang refused.

"Aunt Feiwu's matter is the matter of the Fei clan, and I won't agree."

Ye Qinqin choked.

What she wants to know most is that her mother is flying.

"Then let me think again." Ye Qinqin decided to find another way.

"Please remember as soon as possible, the Fei Clan, outsiders are not welcome." Fei Ziyang's meaning is very clear, it is to let Song Yuyi and Ye Qinqin leave the Fei clan as soon as possible.

Ye Qinqin chuckled.

"Patriarch Fei Ziyang, you are the patriarch of the Fei clan, do you listen to the words passed down by the ancestors of the Fei clan."

She began to dig traps.

I want Fei Ziyang to jump down.

Fei Zimo was stunned, "What words, if it is really a sentence handed down by the ancestors of the Fei clan, I am the patriarch of the Fei clan, so I naturally have to obey." ”