Feng Jing just left the tent at night. Suddenly, the curtain of the door was lifted. A figure rushed in with anger. Before the case, a whirlwind wrapped around it. He grabbed the cup from Feng Qingmei's hand and put it on the table. Pointing to his forehead, he angrily scolded: "King 17, should you explain what this is?"

Feng Qingmei looks up at Su Mu's face. The originally bright and clean forehead has a multicolored color at some time. It looks like the tail of a glass phoenix flying over nine days, shining with a burning light.

the most strange thing is that the colorful phoenix tail is neither...