Ink Dyeing Pavilion.

Dozens of crystal oil lamps are burned on the four walls, and the warm light melts slightly, making the soft silk veils show a charming color.

The dragon and phoenix are auspicious gold silk double-sided embroidered screens, simmering a charcoal fire.

The shadows of the lamps and the shadows of the people overlapped frequently, and the flames in the low furnace crackled.

Jun Mo Dye opened the azure hibiscus embroidered curtain, and gently put Feng Wuwu on the couch.

"Worry-free, how about letting this king see the wounds on your body?"

Feng Wuwu shook his head, clasped his hands on his knees as a defensive gesture, "I'm fine, I'm not hurt." ”

"Naughty."

Jun Mo stained his lips and smiled lightly, standing in front of the couch like Optimus Prime, caged Feng Wuwu in his own shadow.

"Don't mess around, I'm amazing!"

"Heh..."

He looked at her steadily, and did not raise his hand.

It's just that the clothes on her body were cut into strips of rags by his unfathomable internal force in an instant.

"Ahh

"Bastard!"

Feng's worry-free mentality collapsed again.

She hid under the covers, her eyes full of astonishment and dissatisfaction.

"Regent, you're really rude!"

"Don't worry, your injuries seem to be worse than last time." Jun Mo ran his sword eyebrows frowned slightly, sat on the edge of the couch, and said solemnly.

"Shut up! Bastard, why do you always take advantage of me? ”

Feng Wuwu casually smashed the pillow on his side towards Jun Moran's head.

Seeing this, Jun Moran said lightly, "Don't be afraid, even if you are seriously injured, you are still so beautiful that you are intoxicating." ”

“………”

Feng Wuwu was so angry that her teeth itched, Jun Mo dyed this dog thing, and he was bullying her again!

Although she regards chastity as nothing, it doesn't mean that she can stand to be stared at so bluntly by a man.

What's even more annoying is that she can't beat Jun Moran or resist him, even if she doesn't want to do it in her heart, she has to pretend to be peaceful and obedient.

After careful consideration, in order to reverse the extremely passive situation at the moment, Feng Wuwu had no choice but to open his eyes and talk nonsense and continue to fool him.

She cleared her throat and said solemnly, "Regent, there is something you need to understand. ”

"What?"

"Presumably, you've noticed the difference between us."

"Hmm. Don't worry about inferiority, although your body is a little crippled, it is still beautiful. ”

"Nope. A normal person's body is like me. The one who is really sick is you! ”

Feng Wuwu stretched out a slender finger from the quilt and pointed at him at random, his face became particularly solemn in a moment, "You are overdeveloped, you are sick!" Treated. ”

A hint of interest flashed in Jun Mo's phoenix eyes, and his thin lips moved slightly, "Are you sure?" ”

Feng Wuwu was about to answer, but he was already squirming at his clothes.

She broke down and lifted her forehead, suddenly realizing that she was in trouble again!

Jun Mody's figure, it is no exaggeration to say that it is too perfect, it really should only be in heaven.

However, this is not the time to indulge in the sound.

If Jun Moran wakes up halfway and returns to normal, she will be miserable.

At worst, he was beaten by tyranny, and at worst... Turned into a pile of dirty oil and water.

During the day, the female corpse in the lobby of the government that was eaten away by the bone-eating water is very likely to be her fate.

Thinking of this, Feng Wuwu shuddered coldly, and stumbled, "You, what are you doing?" ”

Jun Mo's bony hand paused slightly, and lightly buckled it on the black dragon pattern gilt ribbon around his waist, "This king doesn't feel that he is sick. However, if you feel that this king is sick, how about following your method and treating this king? ”

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On the 7th, it was put on the shelves, and the manuscript had to be saved in the past two days.

No. 5, No. 6 a day, the little fairies are a little restless, refill ~