My magic stick is going to heaven!

Wen Fengmian squeezed the mask, feeling heavy and hot, he squeaked a few times, and then said in a bumpy voice:

"No...no need! My third brother has money!"

Sure enough, as soon as Wen Fengmian finished speaking, Wen Fengting chased after him.

Seeing that person, Wen Fengting was stunned for a long time, then suddenly slapped his forehead and said happily:

"Isn't this Mr. Wu of the Wizard Mountain! I didn't expect to meet him here. The last time we said goodbye, it was more than three years ago!"

When Wu Xiyan saw Wenfeng Pavilion, he was also surprised:

"Brother Wen at the Yinyang Shop? It's really fate! To be able to meet Brother Wen again here."

"Yeah, yeah, I have to talk about it for a while."

Wizard Hill?

Wen Fengmian turned around in his mind a little sluggishly, and then suddenly remembered.

Isn't it just the southwestern wizards, and they have had no contact with their Yin Yang shop since ancient times.

However, the Patriarch of this generation seems to be somewhat congenial?

Wu Xiyan looked at Wen Fengmian, who was obviously depressed, and suddenly realized:

"This little boy called you third brother just now. Could it be that ninth brother you always talk about, who always likes to be mischievous and cause trouble?"

Wen Fengting replied with a headache: "Isn't it him?"

Wen Fengmian immediately became unhappy when he said that:

"What do you mean by being mischievous and causing trouble? Third brother, you always arrange me in front of outsiders!"

Wen Fengting gave him a reproachful look: "What is an outsider? This is your elder brother Wu. Hurry up and shout, you really don't know the etiquette at all."

Wen Fengmian squinted at Wu Xiyan angrily, then shook his head, and said arrogantly:

"I'm not yelling!"

"Are you ashamed to be angry for your own misconduct? See if I go back and prevent you from kneeling in the ancestral hall for a day!"

Wen Fengting gouged him out angrily.

Wu Xiyan patted him on the shoulder and said in relief:

"Children's heart, Brother Wen, don't blame him. I have already paid for this mask, and I will treat it as a meeting gift for Xiaojiu."

Wen Fengmian frowned, and said angrily:

"Who told you to call me Xiao Jiu!"

Wu Xiyan smiled and said: "Call Xiao Jiu kindly, if you don't like it, then I won't call you anymore, okay?"

Wen Fengmian met his smiling eyes, which reflected his clear self, immediately lowered his head, and said a sentence without backbone:

"Alright... alright."

No... not that much dislike.

"Hahaha, Xiao Jiu is so cute."

Wen Fengmian, who lowered his head, blushed immediately, and squeezed the tiger mask tightly with his hammered hand.

In the following time, the two people who share the same smell met in the tea house, served two pots of good tea, chatted, and chatted for a while. After they finally had a good time, Wen Fengmian also stopped, lying at the foot of Wenfeng Pavilion, Fell asleep.

So, Wen Fengting picked him up with one hand, carried him on his shoulders, paid for the tea, and walked out of the teahouse, within two steps, he received a message from a magic talisman: hurry up.

An address is also attached at the back.

He thought it was urgent and he couldn't delay, so Wen Fengmian, who had fallen asleep, was put into Wu Xiyan's carriage by his third brother, asked Wu Xiyan to take care of him for a while, and then left in a hurry.

When Wen Fengmian woke up, it was already night.

The space inside the carriage is relatively small, a glazed fire illuminates the small space brightly, and the first thing you see when you wake up is a face that looks so perfect, and Wen Fengmian, who is still sleepy, thinks it is his three Brother has become better.