Feng Wuwu didn't hold back for a while, and was amused by the iron hand to laugh, "It has nothing to do with what you eat." And remember, jade can't be made without cutting, and people can't become talented without learning. It's the same with that thing, just use it for more. ”

This smile, for her at this time, is equivalent to a flood bursting the embankment.

She could even feel the blood gushing out of it trying to seep out in a large area, so she had to find a reasonable excuse at random, and hurriedly shouted to Jun Mo Ran in the jade chariot, "Wang, I'm in a hurry. ”

In the jade chariot, Jun Mo dyed through the thin sedan curtain, and lightly glanced at Feng Wuwu, who was scorched, and his thin lips opened lightly, "Hold it." ”

Feng Wuwu was particularly unhappy in his heart, but he had to test Jun Moran's bottom line in a soft voice, "Wang, in your east, will Gong be arrested on the spot?" ”

On Jun Mo's handsome and innocent face, cracks appeared in the Dao, and he suddenly wanted to laugh, but because of his identity, he finally straightened his face and replied in a deep voice, "Yes." ”

Feng Wuwu was so angry that he gritted his teeth, but he didn't dare to attack.

But she must change into clean clothes as soon as possible, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable.

With nothing to do, she fell to the ground again, covered her crotch with both hands, and shouted loudly in pain, "It hurts! The world only knows that the ten fingers are connected to the heart, and they don't know that the pain here can also make people break their anus and intestines. ”

"Anorectal inch?" Tie Shou looked sad, squatted down again and again and asked with concern, "Are you injured in the anorectum?" ”

"Not really."

"Why is that?" Iron Hand Fox glanced at the position of Feng Wuwu's hand suspiciously, "Why don't you rub it for you?" ”

Jun Moran saw that the two of them sang and harmonized, and he really couldn't bear it.

"Feng Wuwu, what kind of tricks are you playing?" Jun Mo's voice was suddenly cold, and just hearing his voice, Feng Wuwu felt a chill down his back.

The people around were so frightened that they lowered their heads one after another, not to speak, and they didn't even dare to breathe too hard.

Feng Wuwu pursed his mouth, for fear of angering Jun Moran, and said cautiously, "Wang, I'm obedient." But people have three urgencies, I really can't hold it anymore, and the egg hurts a lot. ”

"Get out."

Jun Mo ran his forehead with his hand, and was given a headache by Feng Wuwu.

Counting up, it has been eight years since he led the army to the expedition at the age of thirteen.

In the past eight years, he has read countless people, but he has never seen Feng Wuwu so cheeky.

"Gotcha."

Feng Wuwu saw that Jun Mo Ran was finally willing to let him go, and ran away without a trace.

Jun Moran stared coldly at Feng Wuwu's funny back jumping higher and higher, especially wondering how she was qualified for the position of General Beili.

Perhaps, what else is there about her that is not well known?

Jun Moran thought so, so he flicked the sedan curtain with the handle of the fan, and instructed Tie Shou in a deep voice, "Follow, don't let him escape." ”

"Yes."

The iron hand responded solemnly, turned around and chased in the direction where Feng Wuwu was running.

Feng Wuwu glanced at the flying iron hand, calmly turned the direction, and flashed into the drunken Liu Xuan who was drunk with gold in a corner.

Tie Shou flew to the fork in the road, looked around, but found no trace of Feng Wuwu, and said to himself in a little anxious, "Brother Wuwu must be suffocated, and he ran away in the blink of an eye." ”

He sighed helplessly, and had to bite the bullet and check all the toilets in Kyoto in turn.

In the drunken willow Xuan, Feng Wuwu stood alone in front of the window of the elegant room on the second floor, watching the iron hand pass under his nose.

She didn't want to play tricks on the iron hand, but the blood on the placket of her clothes could no longer be hidden, and she went into the latrine, and if there was no change of clothes, it would be useless.

After thinking about it, she had to hide in the drunken willow Xuan of Yingge Yan Dance to avoid the limelight.

Seeing the iron hand walking away, Feng Wuwu casually closed the window, and his eyes happened to fall on the moon-white plain clothes that were resting on the ink screen.

She took three steps and two steps, walked to the screen, took off her clothes lightly, and gestured in front of herself for a while.

The sleeves were an inch longer, and the hem was about five or six inches longer.

But Feng Wuwu felt that this clothing seemed to be tailor-made for her, which was particularly suitable.