Chase the wind, and bring the whip of the king's wind. ”

Jun Mo's low-alcohol timbre revealed a bit of solemnity, and his black and golden eyes were faintly beating anger.

Qingluan, who was crying breathlessly, noticed that Jun Moran's mood was not quite right, and hurriedly swallowed back the small cry, shrugging his shoulders and burping.

Chasing the wind hesitated for a moment, and said slowly, "King, if you plan to bear the guilt, it is enough to pick a few dead branches, why do you need to use the Stygian Wind Whip?" If you are accidentally injured by the whip of the wind and the wound does not heal for a long time, what should I do? ”

"Bring it."

"Yes."

Seeing Jun Moran's attitude so resolute, Chasing Wind had no choice but to bite the bullet and hand the Wind Whip to him.

Jun Mo lowered his eyes, lightly glanced at the barbed wind whip on the whip, and drank coldly, "Something to be cleaned up!" ”

Hearing this, Qingluan shivered coldly.

She was stunned by Jun Moran, forgot to cry, and only asked timidly to chase the wind, "What should I do?" The young lady has fine skin and tender meat, without beating. ”

Chasing the wind said, "Where is the king willing to do something to the princess?" If you are angry, it is possible to whip yourself twice. ”

Bang –

Before the words of chasing the wind fell, there was a sudden earth-shattering sound of kicking the door in the Ink Dye Pavilion.

Outside the door, Jun Mo dyed his whole body with a sudden appearance, like a waterfall ink hair dancing wildly in the wind.

He held the wind whip in his hand and looked fixedly at the inner room, Feng Wuwu, who was sitting in the bathtub with a sad expression.

Seeing her like this, his heart began to ache faintly.

However, he still had a cold face, went straight to the bathtub, and shouted, "Feng Wuwu, what are you doing here?" ”

Feng Wuwu raised his eyes suddenly, his hands subconsciously clasped in front of his chest, and his voice was faint, "Ye is bathing." ”

Smack-

Jun Moran held the Wind Whip in his hand and whipped it towards the wall of the bathtub.

Feng Wuwu was frightened, and quietly observed Jun Mo's dark face.

For some reason, she always felt like he was angry with her.

"Do you know what you're doing wrong?"

"I don't know."

Feng Wuwu shook his head, slightly stunned in his heart.

Jun Moran's appearance at this moment has completely lost the gentleness of the past, but it is as fierce as when he first saw it.

Feng Wuwu was afraid, deeply afraid that the whip in his hand would fall on him.

Jun Mo pointed to the red wound on Feng Wuwu's body, and was furious, "There are injuries in the body, and you are still rubbing the wounds desperately, are you planning to make this king feel distressed to death?" ”

"Since you are distressed, you are still a murderer!"

"If I don't teach you a lesson, where can you learn well?"

Feng Wuwu said, "Ye said, Ye is just bathing." ”

Smack-

Jun Moran whipped another whip towards the wall of the barrel, and said coldly, "Stand up!" ”

"Don't."

Feng Wuwu muttered quietly, she really didn't want him to see the mottled scars on her body.

These deep and shallow injuries reminded her all the time that Yun Feibai had played with her like that.

Jun Moran condescendingly looked at Feng Wuwu, who was curled up in the bathtub like a frightened deer in the forest, and had already guessed her thoughts.

Seeing this, he softened his tone slightly, "This king will give you one last chance to stand up." ”

"Jun Mo Ran, you can't do it."

Feng Wuwu stood up, his body trembling slightly from the cold.

Jun Moran's narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and when he saw the large and small bruises on her body, his heart became more and more unpleasant.

"Do you have to soak all the wounds before you give up?"

Feng Wuwu turned his head and sideways his nose, "If you are fierce again, you will run away from home." ”

"Something to be cleaned up!"

Jun Moran casually threw away the Stygian Wind Whip and took her into his arms, "Are you still reasonable?" This king has said a thousand times that you don't mind, why don't you still understand this king's heart for you? Do you think this king will look down on you because of these bruises on your body? ”

Feng Wuwu calmly met his eagle-like sharp eyes, and said slowly, "Master just wants to show the best side in front of you." As for the injuries on this body, it doesn't matter if you don't look at it, it's very ugly. ”

Hearing this, Jun Moran's anger was about to erupt, and most of it was reduced.

He suddenly raised his hand, wanting to hug her tightly into his arms, and his voice softened a lot, "In the eyes of this king, you are beautiful no matter what." ”

Feng Wuwu suddenly remembered the fragrant scene he saw at the door of the study, and Junxiu's eyebrows frowned slightly.

She quietly avoided his burning gaze and said coldly, "Don't touch your dirty hands." ”

"You have the guts to say it again."

The anger that dissipated slightly in Jun Moran's heart made a comeback.

Feng Wuwu looked at his cold face, and dared to spread his wings on the edge of the beating, "Lord has seen it!" You didn't do anything bad by yourself, you know it in your heart. ”

Although she believes in Jun Moran's character very much, every time she recalls the fragrant scene in the study, she still feels very bad in her heart.

Jun Moran was indignant.

He originally thought that after so many ups and downs, Feng Wuwu should trust him wholeheartedly.

Unexpectedly, she suspected him of being greedy and stealing.

After a while, he forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart and said coldly, "Tell me, what did you see outside the study?" ”

Feng Wuwu knew that Jun Moran would never be able to carry her behind her back with other women.

Therefore, even though she was jealous in her heart, she still swallowed the angry words that were about to blurt out, and only replied lightly, "It's nothing." ”

Jun Moran snorted coldly, not intending to let her go like this.

He is not afraid of shadows, how can he allow her to be suspicious of what he has not done?

In the next moment, he suddenly put his arms around her waist and pushed her onto the table.

"Do, do what?"

Feng Wuwu looked at him crampedly, his arms involuntarily wrapped in front of him.

He lowered his eyes and looked down at Feng Wuwu, who had a stubborn face and slightly raised his pointed chin, and his voice was charming and pleasant, "Do you need this king to re-enact for you what happened in the study today?" ”

(End of chapter)