Seeing that Feng Wuwu was lying on the ground, Chasing Feng asked urgently, "Wang, General Feng Xiao seems to be injured, do you need your subordinates to find a deputy stretcher to carry him back?" ”

Jun Mo Ran turned his head and said coldly, "Don't come here." ”

"Yes."

Chasing the wind has a very high understanding, and he will understand it instantly, and he hurriedly dragged Si Ming to turn his back together, "Don't look at it." ”

"What's wrong?"

"General Feng Xiao realizes that he has made a mistake and is ready to dedicate himself!"

"In the wilderness? Heavy rain! Si Ming exclaimed in disbelief.

Chasing the wind was extremely relieved, especially excited, and the poem was flourishing, "Look, this pair of mandarin ducks who are deeply in love with the flounder, dry firewood, and fire the plain!" Look, this reckless and canopy is a withered grass, and above the clouds and rain is the peak of bliss! Look, this overwhelming fine rain silk, like a delicate weed, oh~"

Thinking of the forgetfulness, Chasing Feng felt that his soul had been sublimated, straightened his body, stood on tiptoe, and groaned softly.

Si Ming looked at the almost crazy chasing wind in a daze, and suddenly felt that his scalp was numb.

Jun Moran twitched the corners of his mouth frantically, and slandered in his heart that he would find a teacher for Chasing Feng when he had time, and specially teach him to recite poetry.

"Oh what? The silver ticket of the lord is wet into a mush! ”

Feng Wuwu carried the silver ticket that was broken into dregs in his arms, and howled.

Jun Moran suddenly realized, it turned out that she unbuttoned her clothes for most of the day, not to dedicate herself, but to pay for a silver ticket!

He felt lost in his heart, so he thought about throwing her in the wilderness and leaving her to destroy herself.

"Regent, don't you ask, how badly have I been bullied for most of the day?"

Feng Wuwu saw Jun Moran raising his leg and wanted to leave, so he was busy holding his leg and refused to let him go.

Before this, she didn't think Jun Mo Dye was very good.

But compared with the extremely black Baili Heze, Jun Mo is very frank and looks much more pleasing to the eye.

At the very least, he wouldn't think of some shady tricks to ruin her innocence.

Jun Moran snorted coldly, "Who can bully you?" ”

"Why not?"

"Tell me about it."

When Jun Mo saw her vigorous appearance, he knew that she had not suffered a loss.

However, he would like to hear how many dirty things she has done with Baili Heze in the past half a day!

"I originally planned to go to the palace gate to pick you up from the court, but who would have thought that a man in black who claimed to be a subordinate of King Jin was killed in the middle of the road, and he almost killed me."

"Go on."

Jun Moran already knew what King Jin had done, and ordered someone to chop off a finger of King Jin's favorite concubine as soon as possible, and the right was to be angry for Feng Wuwu.

Therefore, he has no interest in these small things.

He just wanted to know if Feng Wuwu had a private relationship with Baili Heze.

"After that, I killed the people. Regent, you won't be angry, will you? ”

Feng Wuwu muttered in her heart, she was a Beili person, and she killed someone when she first arrived, so she was afraid that Jun Moran would be angry and ask her to pay for her life.

Seeing her frightened look, Jun Moran couldn't bear it, and quietly shielded her from the rain, his tone was slightly soft, "Well done." Go on. ”

"And then? Then I was stunned by the Baili River. ”

Feng Wuwu mentioned that he was stunned, and the murderous aura in his eyes suddenly appeared.

Jun Mo Ran squatted down, clasped her shoulders with both hands, and said sharply, "What did he do to you?" ”

"He threw me into a beggar's cave with the intention of painting a picture of my humiliation."

Feng Wuwu was indignant, and she didn't know why she complained to Jun Moran.

She is by no means weak and vulnerable, and she knows that Jun Moran is very dangerous to be moody, but subconsciously, she is still willing to believe him.

Even, when encountering danger, I will think of him inexplicably.

Jun Moran stared at her in a daze for a long time, and his voice was slightly hoarse, "Have you been bullied?" ”