As soon as Feng Wuwu said this, everyone around her tacitly looked at her small body that was two sizes smaller than Jun Mo Dye.

Chasing the wind was suspicious, he didn't believe how "magnificent" the narrow-boned and thin Feng Wuwu could be.

The corners of Jimo Yinren's mouth twitched wildly, and in his cognition, etiquette, righteousness and shame were particularly important.

This is the first time he has come into contact with someone who has said so eloquently about the "male characteristics" that he can't bring to the surface.

Jun Mo Ran glanced at Feng Wuwu's thin body with a little contempt, and suddenly stepped forward, holding Feng Wuwu's collar with one hand, "Do you know what the crime of bullying the king is?" ”

Feng Wuwu felt that Jun Mo Ran had the advantage and deliberately crushed her self-esteem.

Compared with her size alone, Jun Moran is already about twenty centimeters taller than her.

From the perspective of momentum, he was arrogant and domineering, she had to bow down and be small, and she was already restrained.

"If you don't believe me, Lord Regent, you can join me in Bibi... Size! Feng Wuwu met Jun Moran's contemptuous gaze and raised his chin slightly.

She raised her eyebrows, originally meaning to ask Jun Moran for mercy and peace.

However, Jun Moran misinterpreted her meaning and mistakenly thought that she was provoking him.

Between the lightning and flint, Jun Mo Ran suddenly attacked her crotch.

Feng Wuwu's nerves tightened, and the word "hooligan" almost blurted out.

She wasn't afraid that Jun Mo Ran would be able to detect anything unusual, after all, she had already taken precautions. After escaping from the Regent's palace overnight, she fills her unwarranted male pride with a small bundle of branches.

Therefore, unless Jun Mo is so mad that she picks up clothes on the street, generally speaking, she will never show her stuff easily.

However, she didn't want to be manipulated before the public.

In her opinion, face is bigger than the sky.

However, she didn't think about the rebellious, arrogant and domineering Jun Mo Ran in public. After all, face can be earned back slowly, but there is only one life.

After some mental struggle, Feng Wuwu finally made up his mind to give up face.

She met Jun Moran's gaze with a smile on her face, and even exaggerated her stomach, which made everyone around her suddenly feel that the sky was thundering above their heads, and they always felt that she was deliberately teasing Jun Moran.

Even Jun Moran gave birth to the illusion that he was being molested.

He looked at Feng Wuwu, who was smiling from ear to ear in front of him, as if he regarded her as a hot potato, and suddenly he couldn't do anything.

"Regent, what's wrong?"

Seeing that he was slow to make a move, Feng Wuwu was empathetic and asked him softly.

In this way, Jun Mo Ran could already confirm that Feng Wuwu must be deliberately disgusting him, and his slender hand began to tremble slightly.

Just as Jun Mo was annoyed and ashamed and was about to slap Feifeng with a palm, the iron hand hurriedly arrived.

He came running with a scroll of paintings, "King, please take a look." ”

"What?"

Jun Moran quickly withdrew his hand and threw Feng Wuwu aside.

"Si Ming sent information that last night, Feng Wuwu, the little general of Beilifeng, was chased and killed by Ao Che, the left minister of Beili, to the border in the east because of the princess of Liyin. This is the portrait of General Feng Xiao, please take a look at it. ”

Jun Moran did not take the scroll, but glanced at the huge scroll in the hand of the iron hand.

Feng Wuwu also glanced at the picture scroll, she looked at the heroic self in the picture scroll, and recalled the painting of Jun Mo Ran last night, and suddenly felt very relieved.

She thought that everyone in the world was as shallow as Jun Mo dyed, and she couldn't paint her peerless elegance, but she didn't think that there were people who were good at painting in Beili, and her demeanor was depicted vividly.

"Feng Wuwu?"

Jun Mo laughed in a deep voice, and the demonic voice carried a force of the co-lord of heaven and earth, which made people frightened when they heard it.