Chapter 1167

"Yes, that's what it means. He's building up his strength and waiting for the moment to catch his prey." Feng Xiao nodded and took Qiao Mo Feng to this place, which was quite a fun place.

Joe Mo Feng nodded to show that he had understood. That made Feng Xiao a little funny.

"Your ability is not bad now, but your experience is still shallow, many things can't see the essence, so you will be confused by people's appearance. When you meet a variety of people, you will understand what I mean." My son is only 15 or 16 years old, that is, a child. How much experience can he expect? It still needs experience.

Joe mofeng reached out to touch his nose and smiled awkwardly.

"Don't worry, Dad. I know. I'll go to more training later." Said Jomo Feng, his eyes shining.

He has done a lot of such things in recent years, but now it seems that they are far from enough.

Feng Xiao is helpless. If he can, he really doesn't want his son to work hard. He just tells Qiao Tianchang that the child has independent ability. They can only guide, but they can't interfere too much, which is very unfair to the child.

"Well, you'll be happy."

"Thank you, Dad." Joe Mo Feng was stunned, then he laughed happily.

He didn't think Dad would agree.

"Tianchang and Mengyao will come soon." Feng Xiao suddenly said.

Joe mofeng showed a cold, and then his eyes began to shine, and his eyes were burning to see Joe mofeng that look like something really.

"I'm envious to see you like this." Feng Xiao said gloomily.

"Why?"

"Every time you leave and go back, you see Tianchang and their eyes are bright. Why didn't I see that when you saw me?" Feng Xiao's heart is sour. Is this her own son? This is not at all right? How could his son do this to him? It must be his delusion.

Joe Mo Feng speechless looking at playing treasure of a father, the moment speechless.

"Dad, are you jealous of my parents?"

"Well, you are better to them than to me." Feng Xiao looks at Qiao Mo Feng, which makes the people behind him almost laugh.

Is this still their unyielding master? Why do they feel like they are dreaming every time in front of the young master? Especially when it comes to Joe Tianchang and them, their faces are full of sadness and unhappiness. They really feel gooseflesh all over their bodies.

Joe mofeng wanted to explain, but when he saw Feng Xiao like that, he finally thought about it. The more explanation and problems, the better she would not explain.

See Qiao Mo Feng did not pay attention to him, the expression on Feng Xiao's face is more sad, see Qiao Mo Feng's face is black and black.

"Will you pay attention to your image? Do you want to be embarrassed? I want it if you don't want to Qiao mofeng called him angry and glared at fengxiao. Did he bother him to see the place?

"I have no image before you." Feng Xiao spread out his hands and then added, "what do I want to look like in front of you?"

Joe mofeng didn't think there was anything wrong at the beginning, but the more he thought about it, the more weird he thought about it, how could it be so misleading?

"What are you saying?" Qiao Mo Feng's face turns black. He looks at Feng Xiao dead. His eyes are really the same as those of an eye knife.

"Human language." Feng Xiao's mouth is upright and vigorous.

However, if he is upright, he makes Joe mofeng think that he really seems to give this man a hard slap. Is this still a decades old man? Why does he think it's as small as peas? It needs to be coaxed when it's OK.

"Son, what's your expression?"

"You're a decades old man, not a child. Don't play cute in front of me. Don't you know that it's shameful to play cute?" Qiao Mo Feng squints at Feng Xiao.

Old man? Or a decades old man? Feng Xiao suddenly felt that he was deeply hit by his son.

Several people behind them, who wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, blushed and had thick necks. However, judging from their master's appearance, they couldn't really see that they were an old man with a teenage son.