Si Ming quietly observed the chattering Feng Wuwu, and always felt that the information he had collected was not accurate enough.

According to an informant lurking in Beili, Feng Wuwu is silent and cold, unsmiling, and is a well-known jade-faced Yama.

But the phoenix in Si Ming's eyes is worry-free, with a lotus tongue, jumping out of publicity, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a silent and cold master.

After thinking about it again and again, Si Ming couldn't help but be curious in his heart, and asked in a low voice, "General Feng, were you so happy before?" ”

"After encountering the small blood vessels, my happiness ran away from home."

Feng Wuwu felt that Si Ming's eyes were not very good, so he leaned over to him on tiptoe, intending to let him see the obvious sadness on his face.

Si Ming subconsciously leaned back, hurriedly avoiding Feng Wuwu's pretty face.

At this moment, Jun Mo Ran coldly passed through the incense mist around the beam with an eye knife, and shot towards Feng Wuwu coldly.

Chasing the wind, the two of them suddenly felt a chill down their backs, and they let go of the hand holding Feng Wuwu's arm very tacitly, and let her stumble to Jun Moran's feet.

"My nose is going to be crooked."

She muttered disapprovingly, rubbing her nose, which was instantly red.

"Look up."

Jun Moran looked at the tip of his nose flushed condescendingly, and the poor Feng Wuwu was carefree, and his voice softened a lot.

But when he thought of her bastard appearance in the Domain, Jun Moran couldn't wait to trample her under his feet and ravage her.

Feng Wuwu heard the sound and slowly raised his head.

The first thing that caught your eye was Jun Mo's wide chest under the slightly open robe.

Looking further up, the Adam's apple rolling up and down between his neck and his knife-like handsome cheeks are deadly attractive, wild, seductive, and sexy.

She was slightly stunned, and it was really unfair to slander God in her heart!

Jun Moran obviously already has supreme power, and he is still born so perfectly! Every part of his body is like a work of art carved out of a meticulous work.

What bothered her the most was that the lazy casualness exuded by Jun Mo in his bones, with the faint smell of ambergris on his body, all the reason that she had regained a little bit was scattered.

She swallowed hard and pointed to the chest muscles that were looming under his loose robe, "Regent, are you cold?" Do you need warm and soft hands to keep you warm? ”

Jun Moran glanced at Feng Wuwu, who was crouching at his feet, and stretched out his hand to caress her head.

"Sobered up?"

There was a hint of banter in his blade-like indifferent gaze, and his thin lips were slightly raised, and a thin smile was pursed.

Feng Wuwu blinked, and after realizing the abnormality of Jun Mo Ran, he became more cautious.

After a moment of silence, she replied in a low voice, "Wake up, don't be surprised by the regent." ”

"Hmm. Take the dagger and apologize from the palace. ”

Jun Mo's low-alcohol timbre reveals a bit of gloom, covering up the innate laziness and casualness in his voice.

Ji Mo Zichen held his cheek with one hand, staring at Feng Wuwu, whose cheeks were flushed with his eyes, and the more he looked at it, the more happy he became.

If it weren't for Jun Mo Ran's presence at all, he wouldn't mind correcting the delicate and lovely Feng Wuwu on the spot.

In Jimo Zichen's eyes, everything in the world is only beautiful and ugly. For him, the difference between men and women is not that big, he likes both women and men.

Feng Wuwu glanced at the dagger that was thrown in front of him by Jun Moran, and naturally refused to take it.

She stretched out one leg and swept the glittering dagger out of reach, and then she had the audacity to ask Jun Moran, "Dare to ask the regent, what mistake did I make?" It was not my intention to meet you in the midst of the Domain. Besides, you were so tightly covered that I only glanced at it in a hurry, and I couldn't see anything. ”