Outside, dark clouds were thick, thunderclouds were rolling, the moonlight was swallowed up by the night, and the wind was blowing, and the leaves were trembling.

Feng Zhao squinted, his body went directly through the gate, and a halo of light flashed.

The thunderclouds found Lan Wujiang's breath on Feng Zhao's body, and the condensation and swirl seemed to be a dark cloud whirlpool, and the thunder tribulation was slowly generated in it, and the movement was very large, which had exceeded the level of an ordinary storm.

He volleyed into the air, and the thunderstorm also came.

Thundered.

Thunder is brewing, and lightning is falling.

The two intertwined, piercing the long night and illuminating half of the sky

Feng Zhao flew at the mouth of the heavenly realm, his negative hand hung in the air, and the white lotus was born out of thin air, infinitely magnified, as if it was about to swallow all the dark clouds above the Lan Mansion.

The seemingly delicate petals were as steady as Mount Tai when the storm hit.

Thundered.

Huge white light descended from the mouth of the Heavenly Boundary.

The wide ones are more than ten meters long and thousands of meters long, and the narrow ones are six or seven meters long and 100 meters long. But without exception, they were all sucked into the lotus canopy by the blooming lotus flower, and the current flowed down to the petals.

The golden light on the lotus canopy was magnificent, the thunderclouds dispersed, Feng Zhao's sleeve robe waved, and the mouth of the heavenly realm was blocked by spiritual power.

This catastrophe was so easily blocked by Feng Zhao.

In ancient times, there was a god of Zhaolin, one person arrived at ten thousand armies, and the power of power could shatter the mountains and rivers!

The raindrops crackled and fell from the sky, Feng Zhao turned into a wisp of white smoke and disappeared over the Lan Mansion, appearing beside Lan Wujiang's bed with an expressionless face, his fingers lightly tapped the enchantment, the blue light faded, and he saw the sweetness of Wujiang sleeping.

The golden pill in her body was slowly running, and her skin was a layer of pink from the inside out.

The corners of Feng Zhao's lips unconsciously hooked, feeling new emotions grow in his body and spread......

It's his.

Feng Zhao's fingers landed on Lan Wujiang's eyebrows and slowly slid down.

Here is also his.

Fingers brushed over Lan Wujiang's eyes and eyelashes.

And gently slid to the tip of the nose and lips.

Slender neck.

Feng Zhao's eyes narrowed contentedly, and he took the trouble to outline Lan Wujiang's outline over and over again.

It's all his.

No one can snatch it away.

The candle next to the bed was about to burn out, and the dim light illuminated half of Feng Zhao's face.

Half is handsome, and the other half is hidden in the hazy night, and it is not real.

It rained for a day, and the raindrops the size of beans hit the plantain outside the house and rotted holes, and the water from the eaves spread out like broken beads, crisp and pleasant, peaceful and decadent, and tiredness spread in the air......

"Feng Zhao?" When Lan Wujiang woke up after regaining consciousness, he found that he was being held by an arm, and when he looked up suddenly, he saw Feng Zhao's face, his earlobes were suddenly red, and his eyes were soft and shiny.

Feng Zhao opened his eyes, his slender fingers tore down the bed curtain, buried his head in Lan Wujiang's arms, and hummed sullenly.

"You're recovering?" Lan Wujiang was suppressed by Feng Zhao, and after realizing that there was something wrong with this posture, he quickly sat up and looked at Feng Zhao in a daze.

The mist in her eyes has not faded, there is light pink floating in the corners of her eyes, her ink-colored clothes have been peeled off and thrown at the end of the bed to be messy, her middle clothes are wrinkled, the open neckline is revealing the slender white collarbone, and Feng Zhao's throat is dry.

Feng Zhaofeng's eyes raised slightly, and his big hand pressed Lan Wujiang back to the bed, biting Lan Wujiang's ear like a lazy cat, "I still want to sleep again." ”

Lan Wujiang's fingers softened by this tone, and he wanted to refuse, but he couldn't say anything to refuse.

The brocade was re-covered on Lan Wujiang's body, and the remaining warmth of the two of them remained on the corners, and a layer of crimson gradually became dyed on Wujiang's neck.