Chapter 277: Return to the Academy of Miracles

At the moment when Beilin Wu pushed down, Feng Yunyao suddenly stretched out her hand, stopped the hand that was about to be stretched out, and looked at him with round eyes, because she was kissed, the kiss was confused, the two xia were as red as apples, her eyes were intoxicated, her lips were a little red and swollen from being kissed, and her hair was salivating messily.

"I don't want to be a pre-marriage ......" Feng Yunyao opened her mouth to explain, she didn't understand his thoughts, although he was just deliberately pretending, and he didn't really want to continue, but she couldn't help it!

It's uncomfortable and tight, especially where I've been kissed, as if I've been immersed in something hot, and I want to...

"Well, I owe it, huh?" The tongue circled the lip flap, the gold threads were scattered in front of the chest, the collar was slightly open, looking at it, Feng Yunyao was a little afraid to look at it! This demon! This soul is faint!

"Master, God must have sent you down to torture the apprentice, the master is really a tortured little goblin!" Feng Yunyao sighed, gently pushed Beilin Wuwu, and sat up.

"It's time to get up, today, let's go back to the Miracle Academy" Feng Yunyao put on her shoes, stretched, walked to the dresser and simply combed her makeup, and then opened the door, the sun was all over her body, warm, very likable.

"Miss, you're up! "Morning Sigh" Xiyuan's eyes were slightly bent, he greeted with a smile, holding a water dish in his hand, and was about to bring it in.

"Cherish fate, early" Feng Yunyao hooked her lips and smiled, her smile was bright, which made Xiyuan stunned for an instant, Miss smiled...... It's beautiful.

"How long are you going to stand? Give me the water tray, I'll do it myself" Feng Yunyao took the water tray, turned around and walked towards the room, leaving only a sluggish face.

"Little... Miss, I am sorry to serve you! The door slammed shut, and then Xiyuan came to his senses and shouted in a daze.

"No, I'll do it myself" joke, if she sees such a big beauty (a certain priest) lying in the room, she doesn't know how to panic.

"Well, what are you panicking about? Sooner or later, she will have to call her grandfather too."

"......" shameless!

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The group quietly left the palace and set off back to the Miracle Academy, and met Jun Dan by chance halfway, a little incredible, you know, this guy is sometimes uncertain.

"Yao, a few days ago was your day, apologize for not being able to make an appointment for a while" Jun Dan stared at Feng Yunyao's eyes, smiled, and his eyes were slightly bent.

"Why did you go?" In fact, she didn't blame her for this, now, in this strange world, there are not many people who care about her, and there are only a few people she cares about.

"I, actually, I'm going to prepare a gift" Jun Dan said, taking out a delicate box from his arms, the box was engraved with a prosperous flower, Feng Yunyao couldn't help but be stunned.

"What kind of gift to let you go through such a big deal to get it yourself? And for so long? Feng Yunyao couldn't figure out what could be contained in the small box.

"Here you go, open it yourself when you go back, go, I feel that there are palace soldiers chasing after me!" With that, he tiptoed into the sky.

Feng Yunyao raised her eyebrows, turned around and looked behind her, sure enough, she guessed correctly, this Jun Ying had no intention of letting her go back at all, and making her a free king was just a bait to trap her in the palace.

"Jin Ye, don't stand with good hair? Let's go first, didn't you see catching up? Feng Yunyao looked at Jin Ye, who was standing still, frowned and reminded, Jin Ye pursed his lips, jumped slightly, and disappeared in front of him, Feng Yunyao thought for a while, dare to love these two guys, what do they seem to be doing again?

Beside "Yao", Xian Muyan's faint voice came, and Feng Yunyao looked sideways, he was still as quiet as before, so quiet that people could ignore it.

"Let's go"

"Well, I'll have something to tell you when I go back."

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It's not that I don't want to continue writing, it's that the time hasn't come yet, it's not very easy to write meat-(sh-β€”β€”hhh But the lord also has to write (brave!) Not now, though.