The mist of the steamed rice was filled with a fishy fragrance, and the blood lotus bloomed silently at the foot of the Baili River.

The arrow feathers are piercing, how can it not hurt?

Baili Heze was stunned and didn't say a word, only using his clear eyes to look at Feng Wuwu, who was close at hand.

The corners of his lips hooked slightly, as if he didn't notice the piercing pain in his chest, "Don't worry, are you happy?" ”

Seeing this, Feng Wuwu shuddered.

She knew that Baili Heze was ruthless, but she didn't know that he was so ruthless to herself.

Jun Mo's black-gold eyes were full of displeasure, and he was faintly worried that Feng Wuwu would be moved by the frantic Baili Heze.

Isn't it just a bitter meat trick? He will too!

"Feng Wuwu, this king's chest hurts a lot." Jun Moran covered his chest with one hand, pretending to cry out in pain.

Feng Wuwu always felt that he was becoming more and more hypocritical, and he had just taken the medicine, and he began to shout again.

However, Jun Moran is because of her injury, and she should give him enough care.

Thinking of this, Feng Wuwu made a frightened look, his eyebrows were twisted together, and he whispered softly, "Baby, bear with it first?" ”

Baili Heze's eyes shimmered, and he took in everything.

The jealousy in his heart suddenly rose, and there was a great tendency to spark the prairie fire.

Six years ago, that inhumane torture ruined everything for him.

And Jun Mo Ran, as the initiator of all disasters, is still at large, and he wants the wind to get the wind and the rain to get the rain!

Heaven is unfair! What is the principle of heaven?

In the next moment, he suddenly broke the arrow feather lying across his crotch, and his voice was cold, "Feng Wuwu, this seat is guilty now, is it too late?" ”

"I'm afraid it's too late. On the night of the Momiji Temple massacre, you obviously came, didn't you? You know that your lord is not a murderer, but you shamelessly slander your lord, don't you have a painful conscience? ”

"It hurts."

Baili Heze replied without thinking.

For Feng Wuwu, he did feel sorry.

She had never done anything to be sorry for him, but he transferred his hatred for Jun Moran to her.

But then again.

If he was given a chance to do it all over again, he would still repeat the same mistake and would not hesitate to take her as a victim.

This is due to his personality.

After all, revenge is the only purpose of his life.

Whoop –

Suddenly, Baili Heze stabbed the blood-stained arrow into his gushing chest with the bloodstained arrow in his hand, "Feng Wuwu, are you out of breath now?" ”

When he spoke, he was half sincere, half false.

Even he almost thought that he had fallen into Feng Wuwu's love network.

Feng Wuwu glanced at Baili Heze's bloody chest, and couldn't guess his mind for a while.

"Is it very important to dissipate your anger?"

Baili Heze responded in a deep voice, "Hmm." ”

"Go back and wash and sleep. If the wound hurts so much that you can't sleep, you can stun yourself with a brick. ”

Although Feng Wuwu didn't like Baili Heze's persecution of her, she didn't hate him to the core.

First, he stabbed his own arrows, which was really relieved.

Besides, to her, he didn't matter at all.

It is precisely because it is not important that he can freely leave his calculations behind.

Jun Moran saw that Baili Heze had tried his best, but he still failed to impress Feng Wuwu, and he was in a good mood.

That is, Mo Zichen pulled off his slimy robe, and looked at the embarrassed Baili Heze for a while, and couldn't help but sneer, "Our eyes are above the top, and the national teacher has fallen off the altar after all. You say, you don't do it if you are a good facial paralysis immortal, but you want to run to the Shenshu Medical Center, why bother? ”

The cool breeze is blowing, and the treetops are missing at the beginning of the month.

Baili Heze gently tugged the tattered light-colored tulle, and his long body was like a pampas swaying in the wind, with a bit of sickness, and suddenly hooked the three souls and seven spirits of others.

Although Jun Moran couldn't get used to seeing Baili Heze's delicate appearance, he knew in his heart that Baili Heze's face should also have a certain attraction to Feng Wuwu.

He quietly stood in front of Baili Heze, hugged Feng Wuwu's slender waist with one hand, and said sullenly, "This king's legs are weak, let this king lean for a while." ”

Feng Wuwu's head is full of black lines, where is he relying on this?

It's clearly a hug!

Seeing this, Chasing Feng smiled happily, and originally wanted to take the iron hand into his arms, but he didn't think about it, so he mistakenly hugged Qingluan into his arms, "Iron hand, when did your body become so slender?" It's more flavorful than the girl who is drunk with Liu Xuan. ”

The panicked Qingluan looked at Chasing the Wind timidly, and the deer in his heart collided, "Chasing the Wind, you ......"

"Huh?"

Chasing the wind looked down, but saw Qingluan's face blushing and began to cry in a low voice again.

He hurriedly let go of her, unable to utter a whole sentence for most of the day, "Hug, sorry." ”

Feng Wuwu suddenly heard Qingluan's cry, violently pushed Jun Mo Ran away, and stared at Chasing the Wind with fierce eyes, "What are you doing?" ”

"General Feng, don't get me wrong. I really didn't do anything to Miss Qingluan, I just praised her for her slender body, which was more charming than those flowery girls in Drunken Liuxuan. ”

Chasing the wind and seeing Qingluan's crying, he suddenly felt speechless.

"The upper beam is not right, and the lower beam is crooked."

Feng Wuwu scolded Jun Mo Ran smoothly.

Jun Moran looked at Feng Wuwu innocently, and originally wanted to clear up his relationship with Chasing the Wind, but unexpectedly, Baili Heze made another ruthless move, and instantly drew Feng Wuwu's attention.

"100,000, how about healing this seat?" Baili Heze took out a few silver tickets from his sleeve and solemnly handed them over to Feng Wuwu.

"Please be inside~"

Feng Wuwu took the silver ticket neatly and greeted Baili Heze with a smile.

Baili Heze twitched the corners of his mouth wildly, he knew that the bitter meat plan didn't work yet, why did he bother to be ruthless and stab his chest into a hornet's nest?

"One million, Fuben Wang will return to the inner room."

Jun Moran glanced at Baili Heze contemptuously, wanting to exchange it for a pleasure at ten times the price.

If he fights for money, how can he fall behind?

"Two million, let me stay in the hospital for one night." Baili Heze did not give an inch.

"Two masters, please come inside."

Feng Wuwu's eyebrows and eyes were crooked, completely forgetting his previous unhappiness, holding Jun Mo Ran with his left hand, and tugging at Baili Heze's sleeve with his right hand, intending to throw the two of them into the same room.

"Feng Wuwu, don't go too far!"

Jun Moran was furious, he didn't want to be angry, but the anger in his chest had burned to his throat, and if he continued to hold it like this, he would be so angry that he would burn himself sooner or later.

"That's how the Lord Regent counts?"

Baili Heze's pale face finally eased a little, "After a while, when Wuwu takes medicine for this seat, if you are free, you might as well help Wuwu to help." The cost of healing is still affordable. ”

"You are not allowed to heal him."

Jun Mo's eyes deepened, and the aura around him was suddenly cold, bluffing people tightly, as if Feng Wuwu dared to agree to Baili Heze's request, he would want to wash the gods in blood.

Feng Wuwu was so frightened that he shook his head again and again, "It's all up to your old man." ”

"Three million, heal the wounds of this seat." Baili Heze's thin lips opened lightly, and he was particularly skillful in raising the bar with Jun ink.