"If you don't collect the beautiful bones, you can cover the wind with a pure land!"

Jimo Yinren's eyes were shining, and he couldn't help clapping his hands and applauding, "Good poetry!" Good poetry! ”

Feng Wuwu clasped his hands into fists and replied with a smile, "Low-key, low-key!" ”

Jun Moran didn't expect that Feng Wuwu, who was out of tune, would be able to open his mouth.

His narrow phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the phoenix with great interest.

In his ears, he also lingered for a long time with a little demon in Feng Wuwu's delicate and delicate voice, and a little charming and tactful voice in the softness.

At first glance, it sounds like a kite crying and a phoenix, and it looks like the wind blowing willows, low back softly.

Listen carefully, the sky is wide and the waves are magnificent.

"The regent, the emperor has deeply apologized for eating the county lord's pet by mistake. You see, can this matter be reduced to a small matter? Feng Wuwu specially approached Jun Moran and squatted obediently in front of the screen-backed chaise longue.

Jimo Yinren has a hard time arguing, he is only an accomplice at most, how did he become the main culprit in a daze?

Fortunately, Mo Yin cherishes talents.

At this moment, he only cares about reminiscing about Feng Wuwu's blockbuster "Funeral Duck Yin", and he doesn't plan to open his mouth to justify his name.

Jun Mo's eagle-like sharp eyes stared directly at Feng Wuwu's slightly open sandalwood mouth, his mouth was dry and upset.

"Wow-"

Jun Fu was extremely aggrieved, she didn't care how amazing Feng Wuwu was, she only knew that her fragrance would never come back.

What duck tongue duck neck duck wings? What fire burns the fire and roasts who has mercy!

This song "Burial Duck Yin" is clearly ironclad evidence of Feng Wuwu's violation of Xiangxiang!

Jun Fu couldn't understand how Brother Wang, who was willing to sacrifice his life to protect her, suddenly turned his elbow outward like a fracture and dislocation, and he couldn't twist it back.

"Did Jun Fu do something wrong? Brother Wang, don't you want to whisk your child? ”

Jun Fu squeezed Feng Wuwu unhappily, his tender little hands were on the armrests of the chaise longue, and a pair of big eyes looked at Jun Mozhi, and the water in his eyes was finely flowing.

Feng Wuwu leaned to the side with interest, quietly observing the pair of brother and sister who were not very close.

I have to say that the creator is also a little biased.

Obviously they are brothers and sisters of the same mother, Jun Mo dyes the noble body, unattainable, like the amazing masterpiece under the creator's ghostly workmanship.

Although Jun Fu is not bad, it can be compared with Jun Mo Dyeing, it is simply a heaven and an underground, and the distance between them is 108,000 miles.

"When will this king pass you?"

Jun Moran rubbed his temples lightly with one hand, eager to clear up the relationship with Jun Fu, and for a while, he forgot that Jun Fu was his sister-in-law.

"Wow-"

Jun Fu accumulated a stomach full of grievances and completely exploded.

She fell to the ground and cried bitterly, "It will rain, and Brother Wang will marry a vicious husband!" It's bitter, no father hurts, no mother to raise! Woowoowoo......"

“………”

Jun Moran was so noisy by Jun that he had a headache, and he remembered that he had a younger sister.

After a moment of silence, he looked at Jun Fu lazily, "What do you want?" ”

Jun raised his hand and vigorously wiped away the tears on her cheeks, but her clear eyes were like a mountain torrent, surging and continuous.

"Fu'er just wants to get justice."

Jun Fu sobbed quietly, and the jealousy of her daughter's family made her lose her mind.

Before, she thought that Jun Moran was arrogant and cold, and she didn't like to be close to people.

It wasn't until today that she learned that the brother Wang she longed for was indeed protecting her shortcomings. It's just that the person he protects is not himself.