"Huh?"

Jun Mo was stunned, as if he was thinking about the meaning of Feng's worry-free words.

She is much more alive than the crowd of beings who are accustomed to bowing to him.

Her smiling eyes are crooked, her peach blossom eyes are full of cunning, and her angular lips are like cherry blossoms.

He was immediately distraught, and shouted, "This king allowed you to laugh? ”

The sound is mellow and pleasant, but deafening.

The smile on Feng Wuwu's face suddenly dried, he made a serious expression, closed his jaw and whispered, "If you don't laugh, you won't laugh." ”

"Hmm."

Jun Mo responded lazily, he looked at the bruise on Feng Wuwu's face, and he was extremely displeased, "Squeamish." ”

He obviously controlled his strength, and he didn't pinch her face ruthlessly, she was so unassuming, most of her face was as blue as if she had been struck by lightning, very ugly.

She's squeamish?

Jun Moran actually said that she was squeamish!

If others were so abused by Jun Moran, they would have been humiliated a long time ago, right?

A wave of anger flashed between Feng Wuwu's eyebrows, and he tore off the golden silk spider ribbon around Jun Mo's waist with a "tearing" sound.

You know, in her previous life, she was a top mercenary on the dominant side, and no one had ever dared to call her like this!

Jun Moran grabbed Feng Wuwu's slender wrist with one hand, and said word by word, "Not convinced? Feng Wuwu, before you don't have enough ability and self-confidence to defeat this king, it's best to keep your duty and keep your feet low. ”

"Regent, do you feel happy to bully the weak?" Feng Wuwu asked rhetorically as he rudely ripped off the dark placket brocade robe on his body.

"What's more than pleasure?"

The corners of Jun Mo's lips were slightly hooked, and he didn't care about making Feng worry-free.

Feng Wuwu lightly touched the slightly convex veins on his abdominal muscles with his hand, and the anger that had arisen disappeared completely.

Not to mention, Jun Mo's bronzed skin, narrow waist without a trace of fat, and solid abdominal muscles make him look particularly attractive.

The demonic and domineering momentum of his body, with an innate sense of superiority, but also a sense of mystery that confuses people's hearts, makes people fearful, and people can't help but fall into it.

"Ziyo-"

Feng Wuwu subconsciously collected the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and wiped it with the back of his hand with his backhand.

Jun Moran suddenly had an illusion, how did he think that Feng Wuwu's eyes were especially similar to those women who climbed up to his couch desperately?

However, in Feng Wuwu's eyes, in addition to the lust that suddenly rose, it was more full of wolf desire to conquer.

"Feng worry-free! What are you doing? Jun Mo came back to his senses and scolded Feng Wuwu, who was frequently distracted.

Feng Wuwu raised his head in confusion, and then pointed to Jun Mo's plain white underwear, "Naturally, it's for you." ”

"Not necessarily."

Jun Mo brushed away Feng Wuwu's hands, and changed into a set of dark wide-sleeved brocade robes.

The brocade robe has a faint smell of ambergris, and the robe is inlaid with gorgeous gold edges, which makes Jun's slender and straight body even taller.

At this moment, there was a noise outside the pavilion.

Feng Wuwu's ears moved slightly, and he turned his head to look out.

When she looked back, she happened to meet Jimo Yinren's dark and extremely tired eyes.

Could it be that Jimo Yinren was worried about her safety and couldn't sleep all night?

Feng Wuwu thought about it like this, and was not very moved in his heart, so he waved his hand at him and greeted him warmly, "Xiao Yinyin is early!" ”

Jimo Yinren pouted, and the fleshy bun had obvious "unhappy" written on his face.

He stood with his hands behind his back and walked straight towards the Ink Dye Pavilion.

"Regent! I have copied the "Statecraft" a thousand times, you should look at it quickly. Jimo Yinren said aggrievedly.