"Feng, none, worry!"

Jun Mo was extremely angry, and a deafening roar erupted in his chest.

He lowered his eyes and glanced at the five fingers that were gnawed by her saliva, and suddenly withdrew his hand, eager to chop one of the knives.

"Hmm-"

Feng Wuwu pouted, staring at his hand with unfinished eyes, salivating straight down.

Unfortunately, the delicate murmur from her sandalwood mouth was used by Jun Mo as a low moan when she was emotional!

In an instant, the evil wind around him was everywhere, the ink and wash wide sleeves danced wildly against the wind, and several palm winds bombarded towards Feng Wufu in an instant.

Feng Wuwu relied on the instinct of a killer and quickly avoided Jun Moran's murderous palm wind.

"Dare to hide?"

Jun Moran saw that she easily avoided his palm, and suddenly became suspicious in his heart.

In such a critical situation, she escaped his onslaught with an extremely strange number of steps.

When ordinary people encounter danger, shouldn't they concentrate their energy and avoid it with internal force?

Could it be that she has no internal strength......

Jun Moran's blade-like indifferent eyes locked on the corner of his mouth, salivating at the corner of his mouth, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and he still couldn't see the reason after staring at it for most of the day.

To him, she seemed like a great mystery.

Even if the general signs show that she is the young general Feng Wuwu who has made great achievements in Beili's war. But Jun Moran always felt that she must have hidden an ulterior secret.

Perhaps, she deliberately approached him, which was deliberately arranged by someone with a heart.

Thinking like this, he slightly restrained his murderous aura and observed her quietly.

Feng Wuwu's eyes still stayed on Jun Mo's well-defined and slender hands, although she looked no different from usual, but the strength of the wine on her head had quietly destroyed her reason again, and even paralyzed her five senses!

Right now, she had already regarded Jun Moran's wet hand as a pickled pepper phoenix claw, and she only took a moment to let out a mouthful of saliva spinelessly.

"Doesn't it mean that you can't become a fine person after the founding of the country? Why did the pickled pepper phoenix feet grow legs? ”

Feng Wuwu sucked the saliva from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were full of wolf light, his hands were bowed into the shape of eagle hooks, and he flew towards Jun Mo Ran, who was blue in his face.

"Drunk again?"

Jun Moran realized that Feng Wuwu was drunk, and he didn't seriously hurt her, and only blocked her undisciplined surprise attack with one arm.

And Feng Wuwu has always been a master who has to kick his nose and face inch by inch, she saw that Jun Mo Ran did not act rough on her, so she was bold, like a hungry wolf, her legs rubbed back and forth on the dark ink gilt carpet, and rushed towards him again.

He thought that her target was only his hand, and he didn't defend it much, relying on the arm that stood in front of him.

Unexpectedly, Feng Wuwu suddenly changed his sex, pressed his hot face tightly in his cold palm, and rubbed it unscrupulously!

"Shhhh

Jun Moran gasped, and there seemed to be a fire rising in the dantian.

He froze in place, slowly lowering his eyes, but found that his body had reacted to Feng Wuwu......

"Damn it!"

Jun Moran was annoyed and ashamed, he never expected that he would be in love with a man.

Fortunately, Feng Wuwu was so drunk that he was confused, otherwise if he let her know about his embarrassment, he would have to kill her.

"It's so cool, it's so comfortable!"

Feng Wuwu's face was always close to Jun Mo's palm, rubbing it comfortably and humming comfortably.

Jun Moran tensed his body, resisting the urge to drag her to the couch, and freed up a hand against her forehead, roughly sweeping her aside.

"Don't move! Lend me to the fire. ”

Feng Wuwu pouted dissatisfiedly, and his vine-like weak and boneless hand once again wrapped around Jun Mo's powerful arm.

Then, with the help of his arm, she kicked her slender legs upward, naturally resting on his broad shoulders.

What's even worse is that her soaked robe is still fanning the flames at an inopportune time, intentionally or unintentionally stirring his Adam's apple rolling up and down!

"Feng Wuwu, you are dead!"

Jun Mo dyed the blue tendons on his forehead, and his hoarse voice carried undisguised desires and thoughts.