Chapter 690: Nine Thousand Years Old (38)

The dark ink curtain was lifted by a slender hand—

A man in a black brocade robe with a handsome face bowed his head slightly and got out of the carriage.

The next second.

He was stunned!

I saw that on the wall at the entrance of the palace, there was a person who did not know an inch.

That person, Long Jue is all too familiar.

Under the man's robe, every inch of texture and line was caressed by the dragon day and night.

Like jade, I can't put it down.

But now, it is so arrogant in the eyes of the world.

There is not the slightest cover-up.

A hint of scarlet color flashed in Long Jue's eyes, and the hand under the ink sleeve of the Xuanyi suddenly clenched into a fist, gritting his teeth and asking, "What's going on?" Why is Fengjin hanging here?! ”

was also stripped of his clothes, and there was not even a pair of obscene pants left, for people to watch it as if they were watching a play!

Behind him, the guards, who knew the basic situation among the people, heard the anger in their prince's tone, and hurriedly hugged his fists and said: "Back to the prince, my subordinates just asked the people around me, and they said that when they came, Fengjin Gongzi was already hanging here like this, as for who did it...... But I don't know. ”

"I don't know, I don't know!"

The dragon laughed angrily, and pinched the knuckles of his fingers with a crackling sound, which showed how angry he was.

The guard's mouth was tightly closed, and he didn't dare to answer, for fear of provoking the prince at this time.

Long Juemo raised his sleeves, drew out the long sword in the guard's hand, and flew up.

A sword pierced the sky, cutting the rope on the city wall where Feng Jin's hands were hanging.

Feng Jin's whole person quickly fell down.

At this time, an ink-colored robe was raised and draped over the shoulders of the naked young man, covering the spring light on his body.

Long Jue followed the robe and caught Feng Jin together.

"Lord Wang." Feng Jin fell into Long Jue's arms, his beautiful eyes were filled with tears of forbearance, he looked at him with a sigh of resignation, gently biting his lip, and shouted in an aggrieved tone.

Long Jue tightly twisted his eyebrows, although his heart was full of machismo and possessiveness, and he didn't want his man's body to be looked at by others, but seeing Feng Jin's delicate appearance like crying, he couldn't say anything to blame and reprimand, so he had to say: "This king is here." ”

In the eyes of outsiders, His Royal Highness King Yongwang heroically saved the beauty, hugged Feng Jin Gongzi and looked at each other affectionately, and the bodies of the two slowly turned around in the air before they landed.

That Fengjin prince was also beaten and hugged in his arms by His Royal Highness King Yong, and he wore the prince's dark robe to cover his original unwielding body.

This picture is simply full of emotion!!

His Royal Highness King Yong has a good male style and has a habit of breaking sleeves and splitting peaches.

Feng Jin Gongzi is the male pet of the prince.

Now—

Thoroughly sit down!

The surrounding people covered their mouths and whispered.

"Look, look, it's true."

"I didn't believe it before, but I didn't expect it...... Sure enough, he was too young and naïve. ”

"Tut-tut, it's really a declining world, and the rivers are not ancient!"

"In front of the public, hugging and hugging me like this is simply unseemly......"

Long Jue hugged Feng Jin and frowned.

These pariahs, what's going on?

Feng Jin knew, his face turned white, and he urged: "Lord Wang, go back to the carriage quickly......"

His Royal Highness King Yong didn't want to be watched like a monkey, so naturally there was nothing to disagree with.

Feng Jin couldn't walk like this, and Long Jue was about to hug him and go to his own black black sandalwood carriage......

"Slow down."