There was a chilling chill, and the collarbone was connected to the heart, and it was suddenly opened, revealing the delicate and seductive scenery inside. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"And run away with the man!! Ye Yanran! Huang Fuchen shouted angrily, green tendons jumped on his head, and his pupils locked the woman's cheeks deeply.

Ye Yanran wrapped her arms around her chest, her bare back was trembling, and her phoenix eyes were full of tears, choking with sour tears.

Huang Fuchen stepped forward and pinched Ye Yanran's chin, "Do you know it's wrong?" ”

Ye Yanran choked back tears, trembled for a while, and nodded slightly.

"Speak up!! Is it wrong? Huang Fuchen's cold voice fell heavily, and the joint bones pinching the woman's chin were red and hard.

Crystal clear tears slid down her cheeks, dripping down her chin and onto her white collarbone.

"I was wrong." Ye Yanran choked back tears and opened her mouth tremblingly, the brightest corner of her heart darkened, a pitch black, suffocating feeling.

"What's wrong?" Huang Fuchen took away the woman's hand that was protecting his chest with his palm, and stared deeply at the scene at both ends.

Ye Yanran's flushed cheeks, tears kept sliding down, her phoenix eyes were confused, and she was choking with tears, "I shouldn't have run away, I shouldn't have done that to you." ”

"Who am I?!" Huang Fuchen's palm rubbed the woman's collarbone wantonly, and he wandered all the way down.

Ye Yanran took a deep breath of the sobs in her nose and choked up, "My husband. . . ”

"Husband? Scold! Ye Yanran, then tell me, how to respect your husband? Huang Fuchen held his slightly unstable left leg and walked around behind the woman.

Huang Fuchen's sturdy arms were raised, and from behind him, he wrapped around the woman's smooth back, and his arms passed through the woman's armpits, around the woman's heart, and rubbed the woman's delicate skin wantonly.

Ye Yanran shuddered all over, her eyes were empty with tears, and her voice was faint, revealing no trace of temperature, "Take the husband as the sky, and respect the husband... ”

"This shot hurt her husband and ran away with another man? Ye Yanran, you, a woman who drank foreign ink, are really out of line! Think of a play is a play! Huang Fuchen's palm rubbed the woman's soft skin vigorously, and it was almost red.

"Hiss~~~" Ye Yanran was rubbed by the man and snorted in pain, hot tears kept slipping down, and her chest was stained with large pieces of tears.

"You know it hurts?" Huang Fuchen's voice was cold, he dropped his palm, pinched the woman's thin waist, and lifted it up, "Although the world is big, Ye Yanran, you will never be able to escape from my Huang Fuchen's Five Finger Mountain!" ”

Huang Fuchen let go of his palm and pushed the woman out at once, "Go and lie down!" ”

Ye Yanran's tears were not dry, her arms covered her upper body, and she walked towards the couch step by step.

Huang Fuchen watched the woman walk into the inner room with a cold gaze, reached out and took the saber on the side, and stepped on the black stone floor step by step, walking inside.

In the inner room, next to the couch, two red candle lantern shelves fell on both sides, under the peach-colored embroidery* tent, Ye Yanran shrank in the futon, and a pair of phoenix eyes fell coldly in the air.

Huang Fuchen stood beside the * couch with his sword, raised the saber in his hand, leaned into the corner of the futon, and opened it neatly.

"Hmm... Ye Yanran snorted softly, a cold chill on her body, and her hands suddenly protected her upper body.

Huang Fuchen's deep eagle eyes fell on the woman's white silk pants, and her thin lips were pursed.

Ye Yanran wrapped her arms around her upper body, breathing rapidly, she didn't know what this man was going to do in the next moment.

"Huh~~", the sound of the sword being unsheathed, and the blade flashed a cold light in the candlelight.

Ye Yanran's heart trembled, she turned her eyes, and looked at the man standing next to the couch in a daze, the cold face, in the candlelight, outlined the angular corners of the eyes, the pair of quiet eyes, the pupils exuded sharp eyes like cheetahs.

Huang Fuchen stared at the blade in his palm with a faint gaze, which was stained with dried blood.

Huang Fuchen hooked his lips and sneered, looking at Ye Yanran on the couch, with a pair of frightened phoenix eyes, and a cold voice, "Are you afraid?" ”

Ye Yanran's arms were wrapped, and her chest fell together, her breathing was about to suffocate, and the death air of the surrounding sacrifices was flowing, chilling the tip of the woman's heart.

Huang Fuchen's fingers were lightly stained with the dried blood stains on the blade of the sword, which was the blood of the leader of the Hushan bandits, and the smell of fish emanated in the air.

Suddenly, the sword in Huang Fuchen's palm fell, and the tip of the sword pointed at Ye Yanran.

"Hmm... Ye Yanran gasped nervously, and her phoenix eyes fell to the tip of the sword that was close to Chi Chi, and the sword light was compelling.

"Heh~~" Huang Fuchen saw the frightened appearance of the woman, hooked his lips and sneered.

The tip of the sword gently slid over the woman's upper body, and finally stopped at the woman's white and tender belly, and nodded gently, "Ben Shuai, it's here... ”

Ye Yanran's eyes widened in horror, and her heart rose to her throat, she didn't understand what this man was going to do.

The tip of the sword suddenly picked up the waistband of the woman's trousers.

"Hiss~~!" With a bang, the tip of the sword pierced through the thin white silk fabric, along the long trouser tube, and quickly slashed, the sound of the fabric cutting apart, in the silent night, the sound was clear to the ears.

Ye Yanran held her breath, and she clearly felt the cold touch of the blade, sliding all the way from the root of her leg to the surface of her foot.

Huang Fuchen's eyes were dark, and the tip of his sword fell to the trouser tube on the other side.

"Hehe~~" Huang Fuchen smiled lowly, and glanced at Ye Yanran's frightened cheeks.

"Run away again? Well? ”

The tip of the sword pierced the white silk cloth, and the other trouser pipe slashed from the top of the foot all the way to the base of the leg, and the sound of the cloth cutting fell in my ears.

A pair of slender white legs, shivering in the candlelight.

Huang Fuchen's eyes stared tightly, inhaling little by little into the deep pupils, and the tip of the sword lightly touched the woman's delicate calf.

"Yan'er, you run away again! It's not these pants that are torn, but your charming legs, you know? The saber in Huang Fuchen's palm slid slowly, and the tip of the sword stayed at the woman's thin waist, teasing it little by little.

"Hahaha~~" The man laughed wildly, and the tip of the sword slid to the woman's collarbone, the pair of arms that were protected.

"Take it away!" Huang Fuchen's voice was hoarse, and his eyes were full of intense heat.

Ye Yanran shrank back, a pair of phoenix eyes rose with deep hatred, looking at the man in front of her, the cold body, little by little in this silent night, froze her heart.

Ye Yanran's arms protected by her chest slowly stretched out, raised a pair of clear phoenix eyes, dried up tears, stared at the man's eyes, and the heart-wrenching hatred quietly sprouted at the tip of her heart.

The corners of Huang Fuchen's lips rose slightly, and his gaze fell on the woman's jade-like body, staring from top to bottom and from bottom to top.

"Huh~~!" With a bang, the sword in the palm of his hand entered the scabbard.

With a "clang", the saber fell on the ground paved with black stones, and the man stepped on the wooden drag, holding his injured leg, reached out and began to untie the blue shirt on his body.

Shirts were scattered all over the floor.

The sound of squeaking and squeaking wood * fell, and Huang Fuchen's heavy body was still on the couch.

Huang Fuchen lay down, a pair of deep eagle eyes exuding a faint cold glow, and the contours of his side face were cold.

"Get up, and put your pants wide for Ben Shuai." Huang Fuchen fell in a deep voice.

Ye Yanran's eyes were stunned, and the man's palm rubbed the woman's back, pushing the woman's weak body.

"Hurry up!" Huang Fuchen's voice was impatient, but there was a strong sense of drama and abuse in his eyes.

Huang Fuchen's eyes were full of ruthlessness, this damn woman, first teased, then ran away, stubborn, arrogant, and played the dignified Fuchen around, this fierce horse will eventually be tamed one day, it's just a matter of time and ruthlessness.

Ye Yanran's eyes were dark, her hands covered the man's trouser belt, and she hesitated, "Your leg is injured. . . ”

"Let you be wide, be wide! Hurry up! Huang Fuchen became more and more impatient, and the more tense discomfort made him want to vent urgently.

Ye Yanran untied the man's trouser belt with a pair of trembling hands and loosened it little by little.

"Come up!!" The man fell in a deep voice.

Ye Yanran was stunned for a moment, and she inexplicably swept her eyes towards the man beside her, looking dazed.

Huang Fuchen instantly looked sideways, pinched the woman's thin waist with the palm of his hand, and his voice was cold, "Respect the husband, serve the man, come up!" ”

Ye Yanran was lifted to her waist by the man's strong arms, her brows were tightly wrinkled, and she looked at Huang Fuchen, with a pair of phoenix eyes holding back tears.

"You've got a leg injury that hasn't healed yet." Ye Yanran's words were not finished.

"Come up!!" The man snorted.

Ye Yanran choked back with tears in her eyes, her voice trembled and asked, "Huang Fuchen, even if you respect your husband, shouldn't you have a little respect for each other?" ”

Huang Fuchen snorted coldly when he heard this, and his eyes flashed with a hint of mockery, "Ben Shuai's eighth aunt, you still want to respect me like a guest, tell me how much you want to be Ben Shuai's wife, so hard, to retreat as advance, is it just to become Ben Shuai's rightful wife?" Well? ”

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