"You mean, this king is not sick?"

Jun Moran's tightly twisted brows stretched slightly, and the tail note was raised, revealing a hint of excitement in forbearance.

Iron Hand nodded heavily, "If the king doesn't believe it, his subordinates will go and find you a few Fengyue Treasure Books." ”

"Go ahead. The king does not want a third person to know about tonight's events. ”

Jun Moran waved his hand, and then slowly arranged his clothes.

He looked lazy and had an extraordinary bearing. Even in the dark and uncertain night, it still shows the luxury of the whole body, which makes people dare not look at it.

"My subordinates understand."

As soon as Tie Shou's voice fell, he rushed out of the Ink Dyeing Pavilion as quickly as a rabbit, and ran away without a trace.

Feng Wuwu watched the back of the iron hand go away, and suddenly felt a little regret in his heart.

I thought that Jun Mo's heart suddenly rose, and he wanted to have a lingering and sympathetic goblin fight with the obedient guards next to him, but he didn't think that this good show would start high and go low, and it would be over.

欻——

Jun Mo dyed wide sleeves lightly, and the candle flame on the wall was lit in the air.

Inadvertently, he glanced at the grape skins in front of the couch, and his handsome face was dyed gloomy again.

"Didn't you leave?"

Jun Mo dyed his voice and complexion, squatted down slowly, and looked at the grape skins that were still stained with some water stains.

Behind the carved screen, Feng Wuwu nervously covered his mouth and nose, regretting that he had not done it at the beginning.

She thought about it, it turned out that "eating grapes without spitting out grape skins" was not an ordinary sentence, and the life philosophy contained in it could almost help her turn evil into good fortune, but unfortunately she didn't take it seriously.

If there was a next time, she would have swallowed the grape skins with the grape seeds.

Bang Dang –

As soon as Jun Mo dyed his wide sleeves, the palm of his hand condensed into a cyclone, and in an instant, the large and small furnishings in the house were turned upside down.

If ordinary people caught a glimpse of Jun Moran's cold and handsome face like a bloodthirsty Shura under the dim candle flame, they would definitely be frightened to the point that the six gods were ownerless, but Feng Wuwu was very different.

Although she is also very jealous of Jun Mo's domineering momentum in her heart, the points she pays attention to are really incredible.

Just as right now, except for the collapsed couch in the ink-dyed pavilion, the other objects in the pavilion, even the carved screen that Yu Feng Wuwu used to hide, were controlled by the powerful internal force of Jun Modye, half-suspended one meter above the ground, swaying and unstable.

Feng Wuwu pulled the bracket behind the screen with difficulty, but a pair of narrow eyes stared at Jun Mo Ranguang's sturdy arms intentionally or unintentionally, and couldn't take his eyes off for a long time.

In her opinion, half-concealment is often the most tempting. Just like now, most of Jun Mo's dyed arms and the dimly visible creaky sockets in the sleeves are mysterious and sexy because of the cover of the dark wide sleeves.

She tilted her head, and her eyes chased Jun Mo's cuffs unrelentingly.

Jun Moran's five senses were extremely keen, and he naturally felt the strange gaze projected from behind the screen.

"Get out."

His eagle-sharp gaze locked on the carved screen, and the internal force in his palm was fully withdrawn in a moment.

In the next moment, except for his ink-splashed green silk still dancing in the wind, the large and small objects in the room had returned to their original places.

Feng Wuwu realized that danger was imminent, and the silver needle hidden in his sleeve was ready to move.

She had no intention of hurting his life.

However, if he is aggressive, with Feng Wuwu's extremely agile speed, he should have a certain chance of winning if he makes a secret calculation.

Bang Bang –

Just as Feng Wuwu was about to make a move, a blood-stained piece of clothing fell off her body by chance.

At first glance, it was the plain undershirt she had brought from Jun's ink-dyed wardrobe to use for the crotch.