Bang –

Jun Moran held her slender waist with one hand, grabbed her ankles with the other, forcibly pulled her off her body, and threw her onto the couch with his backhand.

"Dog, you're going to fall apart!"

Feng Wuwu's eyes were full of pain, and he struggled to get up from the couch with difficulty, and there were words in his mouth.

Jun Moran leaned forward, pressed her legs with one knee, and a trace of inexplicable affection flashed in her black and gold eyes.

He bent his waist and imprisoned the wild cat-like phoenix with fangs and claws, but he didn't make the next move.

Reason told him that Feng Wuwu was a scoundrel man and couldn't move!

Desire told him that although Feng Wuwu was a man, he was delicate and soft, and it was not impossible to indulge once.

………

Jun Moran thought was as if there were two villains fighting between heaven and man, and he admitted that he did covet her, but he didn't want to be responsible for a man.

He has never been afraid of gossip, but he is unwilling to bury his reputation in the hands of Feng Wuwu.

Just let her go!

Jun Moran got up suddenly, glanced coldly at Feng Wuwu, who was covered in wine on the couch, and the voice of the magic suddenly sounded, "Get out." ”

"Not really!"

Feng Wuwu got rid of his shackles, "Huh" got up, stood on the couch, crossed his hands on his waist, and looked down at Jun Mo Ran majestically, "Dog, who gave you the guts?" I didn't know how to smash your grandfather! ”

"Who gave you the courage to sprinkle before this king?" Jun Mo smiled angrily, put his hands around his chest, and looked at Feng Wuwu, who was wantonly drunk, in front of him.

"The leopard gave it! What's wrong? ”

Feng Wuwu roared fiercely, not only spraying his face with saliva, but also leaning down unknowingly, gnawing on Jun Mo's thin lips!

In an instant, the bloody qi spread on the tips of the noses of the two.

Realizing that his lips were gnawed bald by Feng Wuwu, Jun Moran angrily slapped her and hit her chest.

When Feng Wuwu gnawed until he forgot his feelings, he was directly lifted away by his sudden palm, and his facial features were twisted together due to pain, "Damn!" I will never perform chest crushing boulders again! The boulder is not broken, but the chest is broken! ”

Jun Moran's mind was blank, and he didn't notice what Feng Wuwu said, just staring blankly at his palm.

He never thought that Feng Wuwu, who was nearly twenty centimeters shorter than him, would have bigger chest muscles than him.

This feeling of "inferior skills" made him feel very frustrated and frustrated.

"You wait!"

Feng Wuwu pulled his throat and said cruel words, but he didn't dare to make a move on Jun Mo.

She was drunk and delirious. However, out of instinctive self-protection, his hands are still subconsciously blocked in front of his chest.

She didn't remember why she had to protect her chest, only that if people found out that she was a woman, she would be worried about her life.

Jun Moran looked at her defensive posture with her hands around her chest, and also felt a little embarrassed.

After a moment of silence, he slowly opened his mouth and asked in a deep voice, "It hurts?" ”

"It's all swollen for you, can it hurt?"

Feng Wuwu bared her teeth viciously, if she didn't still have a little sense, she might have stripped off her clothes and asked Jun Mo to see what he had done.

Needless to say, at this moment, her chest is definitely bruised.

"Swollen?"

Jun Moran was still staring at his slightly reddened palm in confusion, and he thought, maybe Feng Wuwu wasn't his chest muscles, it was... Chest!

Wrong!

How can a woman's breasts be as hard as an iron plate?

Besides, although he is not close to women, it does not mean that he has never seen women.

In his opinion, a woman's figure should be like that, with breasts bigger than her head, surging and surging.

And Feng Wuwu's seems to be only a little older than him.

What's more, Feng Wuwu obviously has an Adam's apple, how can she be a woman?

Thinking of this, Jun Moran smiled self-deprecatingly, thinking that he was suspicious, suspicious and suspicious, imagining a rogue man to be a woman.

What Jun Mo Dye didn't know was that the women who had been shoehorned into the ink dye pavilion over the years all had their figures and appearances. In this world, not all women's figures are so exaggerated.

Feng Wuwu curled up in a corner of the couch, and suddenly remembered that there were still dozens of silver needles in his sleeve.

"Is it tolerable or unbearable!"

With a little confidence, she was like a furry wild cat, fluttering her teeth and claws towards Jun Mo Ran, and stabbed dozens of silver needles in her sleeve into his chest.

"Shhhh

Jun Moran didn't expect that she also hid a handful of silver needles, and gasped.

He began to regret that he had relented again and again, and directly took Feng Wuwu off the couch and threw her to the cold and hard wall mercilessly.

Woooo

Jun Mo Ran waved his big hand, and the silver needles on his chest were driven by internal force and shot in the direction of Feng Wuwu.

Tuk Tuk Tuk –

Before Feng Wuwu slid off the wall, his clothes were nailed to the wall by dozens of silver needles.

Rao is like this, Jun Mo Dye is still not angry.

He looked around, then pulled out the dragon slaying sword that had not been unsheathed for a long time, and threw it fiercely in the direction of Feng Wuwu with a little force.

Bell –

The dragon slaying sword was embedded in the wall impartially, causing the gravel on the beam to fall to the ground.

Feng Wuwu's eyes widened, watching the dragon sword sweep past her crotch and pierce it fiercely, but she was powerless to dodge.

Fortunately, the Dragon Slaying Sword did not hurt her.

She breathed a sigh of relief and dared to straddle the dragon sword.

Xu was afraid of being injured by the blade, so she had to spread her legs, carefully maintaining an extremely strange posture, and staring aggrievedly at Jun Mo Ran, who was even more enchanting in the night, "The jade-faced bodhisattva of great mercy, I want to go down the wall." ”

Jun Moran glanced at her coldly and said, "Don't make a sound." Otherwise, slay the dragon and see the blood, and seal the throat with a sword. ”

Feng Wuwu was silent instantly, she really wanted to tell him that even if the dragon slashed blood, it was her leg that was cut, not her throat.

It's just that before she could speak, Jun Moran went to the couch, her eyes closed, and she didn't know whether she was really sleeping or pretending to sleep.

"Help, are there any good Samaritans?"

"Ah Huang, where are you? There are bad people bullying you! ”

"I was happy today, but after nightfall, I was as humble as a mosquito and slapped the wall."

Feng Wuwu muttered quietly, both afraid of waking Jun Moran and wanting to wake him up.

Tossing and turning like this, she saw that Jun Moran was still lying quietly on the couch, like a dead pig, and she was inevitably a little angry.

As soon as she was angry, she kept "buzzing" like mosquitoes and flies, trying to disturb his dreams.

It's also strange to say, Jun Moran, who sleeps very lightly in Pingsuri, sleeps exceptionally peacefully tonight.

Zongfeng chirped and quarreled all night, and he never woke up once.