Jun Mo frowned, with a bit of ridicule between his eyebrows, "Continue to play until the king is satisfied." ”

Between the lines, there is a kind of arrogance of a person in a high position who looks down on the world.

"Regent, I'm hungry and don't have the strength to act."

Feng Wuwu waved his hand, pointed to his stomach, and wilted.

Jun Moran glanced at her strangely, and couldn't see through her for a while, sometimes cowardly, sometimes scoundrel, sometimes bold.

That's it, if you can't see through it, you can kill it.

He has always been lazy, and he often likes to take the most direct way to kill people who he can't figure out.

Feng Wuwu was keenly aware of the growing murderous aura on Jun Mo Ran's body, and his eyes quickly held Jun Mo Ran's hand that was about to break her thin neck, "Regent, your hands are so comfortable." ”

“………”

Jun Moran's murderous aura once again dissipated without a tail.

"The fingers are slender, with the tyranny who controls the world, it's not majestic!"

"The palm is warm, just like the love you have for me in your heart, Regent, it's so touching!"

"There is still a thin layer of calluses on the fingertips, it must be very comfortable to tickle, right?"

Feng Wuwu stretched out a small green hand, seriously pulled Jun Moran's hand, and searched and scraped his belly to find beautiful words.

Jun Moran's gaze stayed on Feng Wuwu's unexpectedly exposed arm, and the silver silk hibiscus at her cuffs lined her slender hands like a tender lotus root drenched with fresh dew.

She looks delicious...

Jun Mo's eyes were slightly dark, and the hand he had allowed Feng Wuwu to fiddle with suddenly grabbed her wrist.

Indeed, as he expected, her skin was much more delicate than that of an ordinary man.

The slender wrist was held in his hand, and he inexplicably sprouted an unprecedented desire to protect.

Feng Wuwu lowered her eyes and glanced at the hand dyed by Jun Mo, and struggled slightly, she didn't like this feeling of being crushed and constrained.

Jun Moran realized Feng Wuwu's struggle, and the strength in his hand increased a little more.

He was used to being above everyone, and Feng Wuwu's innate reflex only aroused his desire for conquest and possessiveness that he didn't even realize he had.

"Regent, are you planning to abolish my hand?"

Jun Moran came back to his senses, slowly withdrew his hand, his gaze silently swept over Feng Wuwu's wrist that was pinched red by him, and he was annoyed.

"Squeamish!" His thin lips opened lightly, and there was an inexplicable irritability in his eyes.

After all, he is a battle-hardened general, how can his body be so weak?

Feng Wuwu also thought that her body was weaker, but she still refused to admit defeat, "If you want to abolish my hand, it's not impossible." Just ......"

"Just what?"

"Without hands, from now on I can only bother your old man to feed you."

Jun Mo was so depressed, did he look very old?

Why does she always like to call him "old man"!

His anger was easily aroused by Feng Wuwu.

"Feng Wuwu!"

"Lord Regent, I'm really hungry."

Feng Wuwu thought about it, he must not be tough against the supreme king who dominates the world and habitually despises the common people.

Therefore, after she frantically touched his bottom line, she changed into a quiet appearance, just so that he could slowly adapt to her "artificiality" imperceptibly.

"Feng Wuwu, do you really think that this king will not kill you?"

Jun Moran looked down at her condescendingly, from his point of view, Feng Wuwu's long eyelashes moved in the wind, like a soft breeze from the willow tops, cute and unknowing.

Feng Wuwu nodded heavily, and said confidently, "This is nature. The regent had just promised to feed me, and he would never be untrustworthy. I haven't fed me, so how can you be willing to kill me? ”

"Shut up!"

"Don't be angry, regent. You don't need to care about my feelings, just plug my mouth with your noble lips! Feng Wuwu pouted, Tete stood on tiptoe, and gestured enough to dye Jun Mo's "high" lips.