Ke'er probably felt a little uncomfortable or a little hot, moved unconsciously, and finally kicked the brocade quilt on his body directly, and was pressing under him fiercely at the moment.

On the bright yellow brocade quilt, a white jade-like calf is white and clear, with a lotus root-like jade-like lotus root, which vividly provokes the emperor's heart in front of him to be uncontrollable, the brocade eyes are tightened, the handsome and slender hand is clenched, and he turns away from looking at her.

But the little man behind him seemed to have some intention of not wanting to let him go, and a hand came over, and it was placed on his abdomen a little lower, and suddenly the whole person turned his head to look at the culprit who was sleeping like he was sleeping.

The little man, before he noticed it, his saliva unconsciously flowed onto the jade brocade, and his small mouth unconsciously muttered words that no one could hear clearly, and his eyes were full of tenderness in Leng Yixuan's eyes.

The tendency to climb on top of him is already holding him in an octopus-like posture at the moment, even if he wants to leave this tempting little thing now, it is impossible.

Doesn't the sleeping little man know that he is straying into the thief ship and lighting a fire at this moment? But this kind of thing has been done too much since childhood, waving your hand is not worth mentioning, and continue to dream of yourself.

The moon is clear and the wind is high, occasionally there are a few night bird calls, the full moon hanging high is clear and clearly visible a few clouds quietly passing by, only to see a black dress, flying over many guards, speeding over the palaces, passing over little by little, like a messenger in the night, doing whatever they want, everyone is unaware, rushing to the main hall to see.

I saw a person kneeling respectfully on the ground, originally with caution and vigilance in his arrogant temperament, but now he didn't realize it, and at this moment he bowed his head in front of the strong like a weak.

Nangong Hao put down the fold in front of him, raised his head, and looked at the person kneeling in front of him with cold eyes, "How is it checking." The cold voice carried a little tiredness, but the temperament of the whole body was not reduced at all, cold and evil, and the posture of Rakshasa was fully revealed.

"Back to the Lord, today I saw the emperor and the queen of the Tianyu Dynasty walking among the round flower clubs, the two were very close, and nothing else was found." The position replied soundly, and after the reply, he looked up and wanted to spy on one or two, but he couldn't see the face of the person above the hall at all, but he tried to cool down the air around him, and he didn't feel a shiver, and the process of waiting for the person above to answer was very long, and he looked at the back was already wet, and there was no reply.

Waving his hand to signal leaving, looking at the instructions of the people above, he hurriedly dodged, for fear that the news that could not be opened would affect the pond fish, and just outside the hall, he returned to the skills of the night messenger, and the road was unimpeded.

Looking at the departing person in the hall at the moment, it is easy to feel the sound of his deep breathing, I don't know when the teacup in his hand has been crushed by himself, and the debris quietly falls on the hall, the deep eyes look outside, it is pitch black, the black eyes are like a whirlpool, and people will be deeply trapped, but the eyebrows are shrouded in the gloom of the wind and rain, slowly falling under the moonlight, the slender figure is infinitely spreading behind him, and the body is unconsciously shrouded in the brilliance of the moonlight, The better face is handsome, and the person who came from the dark night just bathed in the baptism of the moonlight, the whole person seems more sacred, and the cold breath complements the scene at this time.