บท 4081: The Young Lord of the Dayan Empire (2)

Feng Wu stared at the blue-robed teenager. He reminded Feng Wu of Feng Xun, but more aggressive than him.

She couldn't scold him, nor could she chase him away. She didn't even know what he wanted. What did he want?

Feng Wu had no choice but to keep walking.

"Hey, I'm asking you a question." The teenager poked Feng Wu in the back.

Feng Wu ignored him.

He moved closer. "Are you really that nice to your family?"

Feng Wu asked, "Why do you care?"

He had snatched her Fallen Star Sword for no reason, tied her up for no reason, and came back home with her. Feng Wu couldn't be more alarmed.

"Who told you it had nothing to do with me? Maybe we're even related," said the teenager in an unhurried tone.

Feng Wu said, "What? We're relatives? I don't look anything like you…"

When Feng Wu looked into his eyes, she felt that she had seen those eyes somewhere before.