How could Jun Mo Ran not know the wishful thinking in Feng Wuwu's heart?

He just didn't bother to poke it.

After a moment of silence, he stretched out a bony finger and tapped the desk, and the voice of the demon suddenly sounded, "What is written?" ”

Feng Wuwu glanced at the desk along his fingers, and his soul was frightened.

She hesitated, "This one is just a half-finished product, so don't look at it." ”

Jun Moran was instantly interested, and flicked dozens of copycat silver tickets to a plate with one finger, pointing directly to the last piece of scribbled rice paper, "Read." ”

"Oh."

Feng Wuwu stiffened his neck, quickly snatched the rice paper from Jun Mo's fingers, secretly poked and prodded the words with his water sleeves, opened his eyes and big eyes, and made up nonsense.

She cleared her throat and bowed to Jun Moran with a sense of ceremony, and then said unhurriedly, "Ah! Regent, how can you be so perfect? Sword eyebrows and starry eyes, Qiong nose and thin lips, skin like condensation, beauty is better than Pan An. ”

Jun Moran glanced at the self-absorbed Feng Wuwu strangely, and said in a deep voice, "Remember it truthfully!" ”

"Got it."

Feng Wuwu thought in his heart that he couldn't go too farth, otherwise if he snatched the rice paper, it would be a bad thing.

So, she turned from patting him on the back to boasting about herself.

"God has given me the only peerless beauty in the world, and I will always remember my identity as the first beautiful man, smile without showing my teeth, and sit without crossing my legs......"

Jun Mo dyed his head full of black lines, and turned to the door and roared, "Chasing the wind, you come to read." ”

"Yes."

The inexplicably poked chasing the wind trotted to Feng Wuwu, "General Feng, why don't you let me do it for you?" ”

"Not really!"

Feng Wuwu's heart was extremely weak, and he hurriedly crumpled the rice paper into a ball and stuffed it into his mouth.

Thanks to Jun Mo's eyes, he grabbed Feng Wuwu's slender wrist with one hand, snatched the paper ball in her hand, and threw it into the hand of Chasing Feng, "Nian." ”

Chasing Feng smoothed the paper ball with apprehension, and only glanced at it, looking horrified.

"This ......, King"

"Truthfully."

Chasing the wind and hearing this, he had to take a deep breath, trying to imitate Feng Wuwu's tone to reduce his sense of existence, "Hmph! Originally, I was happy today, but the eighth king of Baili dared to plot against the lord and draw a circle to curse him! ”

Jun Mo ran the corners of his mouth twitched wildly, although Feng Wuwu's attitude towards Baili Heze made him very satisfied, but the appearance of chasing the wind was too spicy.

Chasing the wind took a breath, and continued to read hard, "Hmph! Jun ink dyes this broom star! I hate him to death. If it weren't for him, how would I have fallen into the mud! It's good now, Wanguan's family wealth has been shattered into a paste, and it is a mess. ”

Feng Wuwu no longer dared to beg Jun Moran for mercy, but instead begged God to chant Buddha, hoping that Sister Guanyin could save her life.

The curvature of Jun Mo's lips suddenly turned one hundred and eighty degrees, and his face was extremely gloomy.

"Wang, do you still read it?"

Chasing Feng was afraid that he would be affected by Feng Wuwu's diary, so he cried and refused to read it for a long time.

"Read!"

Jun Moran roared angrily, and a gust of wind suddenly rose in the house, causing Feng Wuwu's heart to tremble.

"Humph! Jun Mo dyed this great demon king of the mixed world, a big pervert! actually dared to be light, but fortunately, the master was witty and pricked his pickled salty pig hand with a needle, and was able to preserve his innocence. The more I think about it, the more angry I get! Hum! Jun Mo Dye, you remember it! One day, the lord will sleep with your daughter-in-law in front of your tomb, beat your son, and whip your daughter! This is not enough, the master will also pour feces on your corpse, so that you will stink for 10,000 years! ”

After chasing the wind, his legs weakened, rolled his eyes, and fell to the ground.

Today is probably the craziest day for him!

Feng Wuwu is no better.

At this moment, she had already jumped to the desk a few times with her head in her hands, and her small mouth moved quickly, reciting "Amitabha Buddha save me" over and over again.