The next day, the Divine Calculation Hospital.

The morning sun was slightly dewed, and the sunlight was filtered by the carved hollow wooden window, which fell on Feng Wuwu's body and turned into a faint round halo.

Inside and outside, Jun Mo Dye stands upright at the door, with neat crown hair, sharp facial lines, and a plump posture.

Knock Knock Knock –

He knocked lightly on the door, his voice revealing his innate laziness and casualness, "Don't worry, are you awake?" ”

In the inner room, Baili Heze suddenly opened his eyes, and subconsciously looked at Feng Wuwu, who was extremely sleeping and salivating.

In an instant, the faint alienation between his eyebrows and eyes turned into endless pampering.

He lightly spread his hands in a line, and Feng Wuwu, who was still holding Erlang's legs, turned over and let her lie on top of him and continue to sleep.

Feng Wuwu was born as a mercenary, and his alertness was much higher than that of ordinary people.

However, the residual poison in her body has not been cleared. The perennial poison has taken a toll on her body.

In recent days, she has completely cut off the elixir that Qiu Rushui sent her to maintain the Adam's apple, thinking that the toxins in her body can be slowly eliminated with the passage of time.

Unexpectedly, after stopping taking the medication, she became more and more lethargic and her vigilance was greatly reduced.

Feng Wuwu's eyes were closed, and he lazily stretched out a hand, untied Baili Heze's clothes skillfully, and unconsciously picked at the scabbed wound on his body.

Baili Hezawa Junxiu's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and the pain in his body made him feel a little uncomfortable.

He originally wanted to put aside Feng Wuwu's extremely restless hand and lowered his eyes to take a look, but when he saw the mottled blood stains on his clothes, he suddenly changed his mind.

Not every drop of his blood can be shed in vain.

Outside the door, Jun Moran waited for a while, and saw that there was no one in the house, thinking that Feng Wuwu must not have woken up yet.

"Need this king to wait for you to change your clothes?"

The corners of Jun Mo's lips were lightly hooked, and there was a hint of pleasure in his voice.

Without waiting for Feng Wuwu to answer, Jun Mo dyed ink with wide sleeves and light sleeves, and his slender hand like jade pushed open the door of the inner room.

Outside, the warm golden light of the house was stained with ink one step ahead of you, and the fish penetrated in, filling the silent and dim inner room.

As soon as Jun Moran stepped into the house with his front feet, he noticed that something was wrong.

In the inner room, the breath is disordered, but it seems that many people are hidden...

One, two, three...... Eight!

Jun Moran was shocked, he couldn't understand how there were seven more people in Feng Wuwu's inner room for no reason.

Could it be that Beitang Long Ting took advantage of his absence to make trouble again?

But he had already sent out all the Shadow Eighteen Horsemen, and if Feng Wuwu encountered danger, they should report it as soon as possible.

Jun Moran's expression was grim, and he said that there was a great possibility that there was a peerless master hidden in the house, and the alarm bell was loud.

Thinking of this, he lifted the curtain with one hand, pressed the dragon slaying sword at his waist with the other, and marched towards the inner room menacingly.

It's just that he never expected that there was a different scene in the inner room.

In front of the couch, there are beautiful men on the ground.

They were unclothed, their blood-red robes loosely draped over their bodies, and their necklines were wide open, revealing their strong chests.

In the eyes, a piece of fragrance.

The jade legs are horizontally displayed and stacked on top of each other.

From time to time, one or two sentences of Wu Nong's soft words came out of the mouths of the men under the bed, and their voices were soft and charming.

Jun Mo's black-gold pupils contracted violently, and he suddenly lost his footing, and almost collapsed.

What made him even more unacceptable was that a big hand with clear flesh and bone suddenly stretched out from within the curtain.

After a cursory look, he knew that this was by no means Feng Wuwu's hand.

In the next moment, Baili Heze poked out most of his head out of the curtain with sleepy eyes, "The voice is light, I was tired last night, let her sleep more." ”

"Hundred miles of river!"

Jun Moran's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and his anger suddenly appeared, and he made a move and waved a fatal palm towards Baili Heze's chest.

Phew-

The curtain in front of the couch was cut off by Jun's ink-dyed palm wind, and a small strand of ink hair scattered on his shoulders was also cut off.

At the moment of lightning, Baili Heze easily held the quilt covering Feng Wuwu's body to resist Jun Moran's sudden attack.

For a while, the azure hibiscus and silver silk embroidery brocade quilt was dyed by Jun Mo's fierce palm wind and blasted into tattered cotton wool balls.

Feng Wuwu stretched out a hand at an inopportune time and groped wantonly on Baili Heze, "Ink dyeing, I'm cold." ”

It's a pity that Jun Mo was so angry that he didn't hear Feng Wuwu's whispering.

His gaze fell on the slender leaf that Feng Wuwu had rested on Baili Heze's legs, and he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

When Feng Wuwu was about to touch the critical part of Baili Heze's body, Jun Mo Ran couldn't bear it anymore.

He strode forward and swept Baili Heze down with one palm.

At the same time, Feng Wuwu woke up leisurely.

The moment she opened her eyes, she found Jun Moran staring at her angrily.

"Who messed with you again? Look at your fierce appearance, it's weird and scary. ”

She subconsciously leaned towards him, naturally clasped her hands on his face, and actively pouted, wanting to give him a sweet good morning kiss.

Jun Moran was angry in his heart, and brushed away her hands a little roughly, with anger in his eyes.

"Have you kissed other men on these lips?" Jun Moran grabbed her jaw with his backhand, and rubbed her lip flap with calloused fingertips without a trace of pity.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Feng Wuwu was confused by his questioning, she sat up, and suddenly found that the placket was stained with mottled blood.

She was wondering how much blood the mosquito had sucked her last night, when the slanted light suddenly swept to the disheveled men under the bed, and she screamed in fright.

Jun Moran looked suspicious, forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and asked in a deep voice, "Do you remember, what happened last night?" ”

Baili Heze got up slowly, and put on his clothes slowly, "Worry-free, this seat is now your person, don't deny it." ”

Feng Wuwu was about to refute, and suddenly a particularly unfamiliar picture flashed in his mind.

!

What exactly did she do to Baili Heze last night?

Feng Wuwu held his forehead with both hands, and his mind was full of pictures of himself and Baili Heze turning clouds and rain, and even the six stunning young men in the same bed "fighting all night"!

The sudden pain in her skull, and what made her even more like a fish in her throat was that even she didn't know how she could have gotten involved with these men.