Feng Wuwu originally thought that "discrediting" Baili Heze would make Jun Mo Ran feel more comfortable.

Unexpectedly, after listening to her explanation, Jun Moran's handsome face became even more gloomy and unpredictable.

He clenched his hands into fists, and the green tendons on the back of his hands bulged, faintly showing a posture of being angry with her.

"Regent, why are you angry again?"

Feng Wuwu muttered in wonder, secretly slandering to himself, Jun Mo was angry all day long, could it be that he didn't know how to fart and exhaust?

"Chase the wind and take her to sober up."

Jun Mo ran his forehead with his hands, and was so angry that Feng Wuwu felt a faint pain in his head.

Especially thinking that her clever mouth had affectionately kissed the disgusting Baili Heze, he couldn't wait to dismantle her in pieces.

After chasing the wind, Kuo stepped into the Ink Dyeing Pavilion and walked towards Feng Wuwu, who looked dazed.

Feng Wuwu glanced at the solemn look of chasing the wind, and was still a little puzzled in his heart.

It's just a simple "sobering up", why are the eyes of chasing the wind full of tears?

It wasn't until Chasing Feng restrained her tears and looked at her with a dead man's eyes that she had an epiphany that Jun Mo dyed this dog thing purely to kill her!

"I'm not drunk, I don't need to sober up."

Feng Wuwu shrank his neck and jumped back to the corner, his narrow peach blossom eyes full of vigilance.

Chasing the wind and hearing this, he also paused slightly, as if he was waiting for Jun Moran to take back his fate.

However, Jun Moran was still angry, thinking about bullying Feng Wuwu fiercely, how could he let her go easily?

He saw that Chasing the Wind was motionless in place like a petrified pestle, so he got up and walked to Feng Wuwu in twos and threes, and his thin lips opened lightly, "This king personally sobered you up, how about it?" ”

Feng Wuwu shook his head in resistance, "Your appearance in the prosperous world is comparable to a good wine. If you sober up for me personally, I'm afraid I won't be able to wake up in this life and this life. ”

"Rhetoric! You shall not open your mouth without the permission of the king. ”

Jun Moran looked down at her condescendingly, turned to carry her back collar in one hand, and walked towards the wine cellar in the pavilion.

Feng Wuwu suddenly felt extremely tired, she once suspected that Jun Mo Ran was a bar spirit, and she kept holding her.

knew that today, she should have killed him when he was unconscious.

"What do you think?" Jun Moran turned his head and looked at Feng Wuwu, who was speechless.

"Didn't your old man let me speak?"

Feng Wuwu suddenly had countless in her heart, if she wasn't afraid of being gouged out by him, she really wanted to roll her eyes in front of him.

Bang –

Jun Moran knew that she was not convinced, and he didn't talk nonsense to her, so he threw her into a fifteen-foot-high wine vat straightforwardly.

Feng Wuwu was afraid of water, and immediately struggled with his hands and feet in the wine, "Regent, save me!" ”

Jun Moran leaned back on the carved chaise longue in front of Feng Wuwu, and watched her struggle in the not too spacious wine vat with cold eyes.

"Regent, is this what you call sobering?" Feng Wuwu choked on several sips of wine and coughed wildly.

"Feng Wuwu, are you really afraid of water?"

Jun Moran squinted his eyes slightly, and looked at Feng Wuwu carefully by the dim candlelight in the wine cellar.

At this moment, she looks like a drowning person, and her beautiful peach blossom eyes are full of horror.

It's just that no one knows that the little general of Beilifeng is especially good at water combat?

"Jun Mo Ran, even if I become a water ghost, I won't let you go."

Feng Wuwu choked on the wine again, and because of extreme fear, his hands and feet gradually became weaker, and he fell to the bottom of the vat full of bones.

"This king is a demon who came out of the eighteen layers of hell, how can he be afraid of ghosts?"

Jun Mo's voice of dyeing magic was heard at once, and he didn't take what Feng Wuwu said to heart at all.

For him, it doesn't matter whether the person in front of him is the brave and warlike General Feng Xiao of Beili.

The reason why he threw her into the wine vat to "sober up" was nothing more than to wash her mouth that had kissed Baili Heze and her "dirty" body.

Now that it has become his plaything, it must be kept clean.

Chaifeng, who was standing on the side, was a little worried that Feng Wuwu, who had a very shallow amount of alcohol, would drown in the wine vat, pointed to the foam on the surface of the wine, and said urgently, "Wang, General Feng Xiao seems to be unable to hold on." ”

Jun Moran got up suddenly, walked to the wine vat, and scooped up the wine-filled Feng Wuwu.

He stared at Feng Wuwu, who was trembling in his arms, as if he was being grabbed by something, and he felt uncomfortable.

"Feng Wuwu, speak." Jun Moran couldn't see her lifeless appearance, so he reached out and pinched her face hard.

Chasing the wind was silently embarrassed, he had a hunch that Jun Moran abused Feng Wuwu so much, and one day he would regret it.