The cool night poured through the hidden window and poured on Feng Wuwu's slightly tired face.

The moonlight was like a falling cloud, half-covering her slightly drunkenness.

The night wind blew from nowhere, turning the moonlight on the wall into broken pieces of jade.

Boom Boom –

Feng Wuwu carefully moved his stiff body, but by mistake rubbed off all the silver needles embedded deep in the wall.

Freed from the shackles of the silver needle, a sly smile finally appeared on her face.

Stepping over the dragon slaying sword that lay between her legs, Feng Wuwu tiptoed to the couch, with a hint of undisguised interest in his eyes.

The strength of the wine has not disappeared, and the thief's heart has risen again.

She vaguely remembered that the "jade-faced Guanyin" on the couch was deeply hidden, and under the plain white middle clothes were muscles with blood and veins.

If you can rub a handful of oil, the soreness all over your body should be cured without medicine!

Thinking of this, she nodded heavily, and straightforwardly removed the thin jacket covering Jun Moran's body, and poked towards his thin middle coat.

"Get out."

Jun Moran frowned, as if he felt the imminent danger, and shouted violently, scaring Feng Wuwu like a thunderbolt, and suddenly withdrew his hand, not daring to act rashly.

She stiffened her body and stared at Jun Moran on the couch with her eyes closed.

When Jun Moran's breathing gradually evened out, she realized that his loud shout was just a whisper, and the heart hanging high in his throat finally fell smoothly.

"Hey, if you don't show it to you, won't you draw it yourself?"

Feng Wuwu sullenly angered him, and tore the half-wet clothes on his body with one hand.

After tearing a small opening, she realized a very urgent problem again, and stopped her hand again and again, "No, Ye is a woman, and her breasts can't be shown casually." ”

After a moment of silence, she paced back and forth in boredom.

Inadvertently, she suddenly stopped her gaze on the dragon slaying sword that flashed with cold light on the wall.

Hiss –

In the next moment, there was a cracking sound in the Ink Dyeing Pavilion.

The chasing wind who was on an errand at the door was shocked to hear it, Jun Moran was obviously asleep, what was the sound in the house?

Could it be that Feng Wuwu took advantage of the wine to lightly dye the sleeping Jun Modye?

Thinking about it like this, Chasing the Wind is excited.

"The old prince blesses, I hope the king can eat the marrow and know the taste earlier, both men and women can eat, and the branches and leaves will be scattered!" Chasing the wind clasped his hands together, knelt on the cold ground with a "poof", and prayed sincerely.

In the Ink Dyeing Pavilion, Feng Wuwu pulled the fabric on his body and carefully rubbed it on the Dragon Slaying Sword. The dragon slaying sword also lived up to its trust, and in an instant, it cut off most of the clothes on her abdomen.

She glanced at her smooth, flat belly, and felt disgusted.

Anyway, the original owner of this body is also a young general. She couldn't figure out a person who had been fighting on the battlefield all year round, except for a few meager calluses on his fingertips, and he couldn't find a trace of martial arts on his body.

"Those with fine skin and tender meat will be ashamed of the master!"

She muttered quietly, picked up the wolf pen on the desk, dipped it in ink, and immediately danced on her abdomen.

"One, two, three......"

Feng Wuwu lowered his eyes, originally planning to draw eight-pack abs for himself, but somehow, he drew hundreds of them on a whim.

By the time she dipped the ink on the inkstone dry, there was already a large black patch on her abdomen.

"What a broken pen, you can't even draw your abdominal muscles!"

She casually threw the wolf pen aside, and patted her belly angrily, "That's it." Let the world see how dark the lord is! ”

As soon as Feng Wuwu's words fell, he paced to the couch again, and was ready to move at the "jade-faced bodhisattva" on the couch.

She wanted to wake up Jun Mo Ran and let him see her unrivaled "strong" belly.

But as soon as he touched his knife-like handsome sleeping face, his heart was so soft that he was a mess.

Take off your shoes, go to the bed, turn over and lie on him, and cover yourself with a thin jacket.

In the blink of an eye, Feng Wuwu had found a comfortable position in Jun Mo Ran's arms and fell into a deep sleep......