The Regent's Palace, the Ink Dyeing Pavilion dissolves the moon cold spring.

Jun Mo closed his eyes tightly, and the cold spring water washed his body over and over again.

After about half a cup of tea, he slowly opened his dark eyes and glanced at the cold mist steaming spring, still feeling that there was a faint feminine fragrance on his body, and he was bored for a while.

"In this world, there is such a bold woman!"

Under Jun Mo's handsome face, there is a trace of anger that is not easy to detect. His lips were slightly raised, drawing a contemptuous arc.

In the next moment, he was dressed in a dark brocade robe and a dark cloak on the outside, allowing the three thousand green silk to be scattered behind him, revealing a bit of magic in his unruliness, and easily stirring the desires in people's hearts with his gestures.

"Chasing the wind, portrait."

Jun Moran strode out of the regent palace, his voice was cold, his momentum was compelling, and his posture made his legs tremble involuntarily.

Seeing this, Feng Wuwu retracted most of his body with interest.

At this moment, she was only glad that she had put her cruel words one step earlier. If it was too late and was heard by Jun Moran, it would be terrible.

"The whole city is searched, and the dead will see the corpse."

Jun Moran took the portrait and suddenly glanced at Feng Wuwu's hiding place.

With just one glance, Feng Wuwu only felt that his heart was beating faster, and he almost couldn't help but kneel down and sing for Jun Moran, "I was conquered by you like this."

Fortunately, Jun Mo Dye did not find anything unusual.

He has light robe sleeves, black hair dancing in the wind, arrogant and domineering, unparalleled in the world.

When Jun Mo personally led the Shadow Eighteen to ride away, Feng Wuwu was completely shocked by his momentum.

She curled up in a corner of the wall, frightened, "Why do you want to provoke the most unprovoked demon king in the east?" ”

After careful consideration, she got up and climbed over the wall of the Regent's Mansion and entered the Ink Dye Pavilion in a grand manner.

"That's it, if you come, you will be safe. Now that the Regent's Mansion is almost out of the nest, it should be safer than outside. ”

Feng Wuwu sighed lightly, casually smoothed a bunch of grapes on the table, and then lay on his side on the collapsed couch in the Ink Dyeing Pavilion to recuperate.

"Alas! Who would have thought that the sick little blood vessel would be the regent of the world? ”

"Beforehand, I obviously asked him if he would like to be my antidote, but he acquiesced."

The more Feng Wuwu thought about it, the more depressed he became, and he spit out several mouthfuls of grape skins.

Squeak –

She rolled over heavily, causing the couch to rattle.

"Shhhh

She shifted her position, suddenly lowered her eyes in horror, and subconsciously poked into her abdomen.

"Why does it hurt so much? Could it be that I really made a prophecy? Feng Wuwu reluctantly sat up, covering the wound with his hands, his little face collapsed, and he was terrified.

Although she knows a little about medicine, she doesn't know how to diagnose and treat flower willow disease.

"Damn little blood vessels, they look pretty clean. I didn't expect to be infected with such a hidden disease! ”

The more Feng Wuwu thought about it, the more panicked he became, and crawled to the front of the desk, holding the fruit plate on the desk with trembling hands, and there were words in his mouth.

"Sister Guanyin, who saves the suffering, I was wrong! In the future, I will no longer mess with other people's cabbage, you can do well, how about a prescription? ”

"Not true. The Bodhisattva is a serious profession, although he has saved the world's suffering, but he may not know what the hidden disease of flowers and willows is. ”

After thinking about it, Feng Wuwu decided to wait for the sky to be a little brighter, and then go to find a Jianghu Langzhong to cure the "unspeakable hidden" that he dyed from Jun Mo's body.