When he glanced angrily at the middle-aged man not far from the opposite, he saw that Qiao Ling also rushed forward.


    Without saying a word, he slapped Xiang Jun Xian directly.


    "What''s the matter with you? How did you beat your daughter like that?!... You''re still not a father, are you a man!!"


    Her sudden move stunned Feng LAN and Xiang Xing.


    Xiang Jun, who was slapped by her, smiled and struggled to sit up.


    "It really deserves to be my big Xuanyuan''s'' jade face Shura ''..."


    He wiped the blood stains on the corners of his mouth and looked at Xiang Xing again. It was full of amazement and pride.


    Immediately he nodded and hugged his fist and said, "xing''er... No, general Xiang, I''ve been taught to embroider my legs with flower boxing!"


    “……”


    Xiang Xing looked at him faintly and said nothing.


    Only after a little straightening out the breath, he turned his small face and looked at Fenglan.


    Gently pulled the corner of his sleeve and said, "brother Fenglan, let''s go back."


    "... OK, we''ll go back to Fengxiang building right away and heal you!"


    Fenglan was worried about her injury. Without hesitation, she hugged the little guy horizontally and protected him tightly in her arms.


    After looking at the family with complicated eyes, he quickly turned around, led a group of shadow guards and left the small courtyard.


    ……


    Returning to Fengxiang building, Fenglan directly ignored the curious and worried eyes of situ Ling and fenghan, took Xiang Xing back to his bedroom and locked the door.


    She was carefully placed on the bed. The man pursed his thin lips and squatted in front of the bed.


    Holding the soft and weak hand, he asked softly in his voice, "xing''er, where did he hurt you? Tell brother Fenglan that I can give you medicine, huh?"


    “……”


    Xiang Xing blinked her soft eyes and twisted her body subconsciously.


    Um.


    There are a lot of places that have been recruited. Together


    Looking at her painful appearance of showing her teeth and frowning, Feng LAN felt that her heart was almost broken.


    The anger at the bottom of his eyes burned more vigorously, and the other empty hand could not help clutching and creaking: "this gentleman''s envy... I won''t let him go!"


    "No, brother Fenglan."


    Seeing that Feng Lan was so angry that he was dying, the little guy paused, hurriedly moved his body and approached him.


    With a serious face, he began to explain, "I asked him to compete with me with ten success forces. I will get hurt. That can only prove that I am inferior to others."


    "Well... It''s not that you''re inferior to others..."


    She said, suddenly biting her fingers and her little head tilted.


    Thinking back, he muttered, "his legs were broken by me, and his right arm seemed to be broken... His internal injury is much more serious than me in theory..."


    "So, on the whole, Xinger won!"


    After that, the little guy laughed with soft eyes.


    Feng Lan was speechless for a while.


    But she seems to understand what she did.


    A child from a martial general family, who didn''t grow up by competing with his elders.


    She was different. This was her first time to compete with her father.


    In a sense, it can be regarded as having fulfilled a wish.


    After thinking about it, Feng LAN finally hooked her lips with relief.


    He raised his hand and rubbed the messy hair head: "well, don''t say this, shall we heal first?"


    "Yes!"


    The little guy nodded.


    After a pause, he narrowed his soft eyes again, and there was a trace of narrow light at the bottom of his eyes.


    Then, he frowned, waxy pointed to all the places on his body and counted, "brother Fenglan, there is a scratch here, there is pain here, and there are injuries here..."


    As she expected, gradually, a few unnatural embarrassments appeared on Feng Lan''s face.