"Don't deceive too much, Lord Regent. When the rabbit is in a hurry, it will also arch the cabbage. ”

Feng Wuwu's hands were like vines, silently clinging to the sturdy arms in the wide sleeves of Jun ink.

Her cool hands, like snakes dancing with shadows in the dark night, wrapped tightly around Jun Moran's arm.

Jun Mo's eyes darkened, and his black pupils were covered with a cloud of blood, like a blood moon hanging in the dark night, arrogant and domineering.

Feng Wuwu's heart was cold, and he realized that he had slipped his mouth.

She shouldn't have compared Jun Mo Ran to a cabbage and herself to a rabbit.

In this way, if Jun Moran is sensitive and suspicious, he will definitely be able to touch the melons and peel off the cocoon until his daughter is found out, and her guilt of being the overlord is confirmed.

Fortunately, Jun Moran did not find a loophole in Feng Wuwu's words.

His mind was disturbed by the slender hand that Feng Wuwu clinged to his arm.

In this regard, Jun Mo Dye was also deeply puzzled. Feng Wuwu's hands were obviously as cold as ice, but the places where her fingertips swept seemed to have been burned by sparks, extremely dry and hot.

It just so happened that Feng Wuwu was a person who didn't know what to do, Jun Mo Ran retreated an inch, and she rushed forward.

In just a few moments, he retreated, and the domineering momentum dissipated in a silent place, replaced by watery tenderness.

Feng Wuwu stared at Jun Mo Ran, whose expression was becoming softer, and was suspicious, "Regent, is your old man sleepy?" It's really touching that my eyelids droop like this, and I still want to educate me to become a talent. ”

Jun Moran came back to his senses, secretly annoyed that he was frequently out of control, and said in an unkind tone, "Kneel down and admit your mistakes to this king." ”

"Can't you kneel? The knee was so badly injured that he couldn't bend it. Otherwise, I will lie on the ground and confess my mistake to you? Feng Wuwu sincerely proposed.

Hidden in the shadows, chasing the wind and hearing it, can't help but be overjoyed. In his opinion, Feng Wuwu's knee injury means that she often kneels on the ground. However, Feng Wuwu is arrogant and uninhibited, and it is impossible to kneel down to others easily.

Of course, there is only one exception...

After only a few moments, Chasing Wind had already determined that Feng Wuwu's knee injury must have been caused by wandering in the Land of Wind and Moon too often. He slandered that Feng Wuwu did not exclude the same man as he was with me, and the prince of his family could attack the city with full force and attack the city freely.

"All rejoice! The 10,000-year-old iron tree suddenly comes to spring, and both male and female can bear it. "Chasing the wind is poetic, and I am so excited that I burst into tears.

Jun Moran heard what Chasing Wind said, and he didn't understand what Chasing Wind said at all, but he felt that the poems written by Chasing Wind were very bad, and thought about finding him a private school teacher to teach him how to recite poems with dignity and dignity.

"Regent, can you not kneel? In front of you, even if I don't kneel, I'm already half a cut shorter. Kneel, I'm afraid you won't be able to find me when you hang your head. ”

Feng Wuwu said softly, her palms sweating slightly, and the cold wetness quietly soaked Jun Mo's arm through her fingertips, disturbing his mind again and again.

"Admit your mistake."

Jun Mo was relieved, he wanted to drag Feng Wuwu into his arms, after all, most of her body was suspended above the moat, and she was in danger of falling at any time.

Unexpectedly, Feng Wuwu would be wrong.

She thought that Jun Moran was going to sink her to the bottom of the river, so she embraced the determination to break the cauldron and sink the boat, suddenly let go of the hand that was tightly wrapped around Jun Moran's arm, and then took advantage of his unpreparedness, kicked his leg violently, and with the support of his body, he flexibly crossed his shoulder, and then kicked him violently.

“………”

Rao is Jun Mo Dye has rich combat experience, and he didn't expect Feng Wuwu to dare to attack him.

Moreover, Feng Wuwu's hand-to-hand combat skills are particularly profound, and her speed is extremely agile, so it is not easy to dodge her surprise attack.

"Feng, none, worry!"

Jun Mo Ran lost his voice and drank violently, suddenly lost his center of gravity, and plunged headlong into the moat full of water.