"Please, help me ......" Ao Wuxie's face was pale, and he swayed and swayed, and he wanted to plant it upside down on the ground like a green onion, and Hua Congee had to support her.

"I'm going to die. Hua Congee listened to him mutter, but he didn't know what he was muttering along the way.

"His illness is very strange, just like a twisted gear, turn to a position and twist it?" Hua Liangchen was also frightened, he had been with this prince since he was a child.

There are many chaos in front of the "Mandolon Flywheel Mountain ......", like lightning and thunder. "It seems that I can't break in for the time being-"

"You two go—" Innocent's face was purple, white, and crimson or obsessive. "Yihongyuan!"

A woman, in her thirties, lifted a huge rope and shook it in front of her, her face full of shyness......

"This is an innocent mother, every time she gets sick, the eggshell also gets sick...... Hua Liangchen complained.

"Really?" Fang Runyu asked, relying on his fox clan's knowledge of medical skills. Although this arrogant and innocent is the crown prince of the Demon Emperor, he rushed in on the Mandolon Flywheel Mountain to save himself, so his heart was full of gratitude, and he wanted to save him, and asked, "But what medicine can cure him?"

"Originally, the innocent cultivator of this Gu technique, the blood contains a large number of cold things, and there is no cure!" Hua Liangchen sighed helplessly and said, "Every time, I rely on myself to create ......."

"This time, plus this time I took the poison of the flower girl, both of which are huge poisons......

Hua Liangchen's words were not finished, and his words gradually weakened, and finally dispersed like a trace of wandering spirit......

There was a long pause.

"Every time he gets sick, like a worm, he always has to find a hole in the ground to hibernate in!" Hua Liangchen had a complicated expression on his face, and Fang Runyu looked at Hua Congee with a blank expression.

"I don't care about that much!" muttered innocently, grabbing the flower porridge and leaving.

The deep winter night, the snow on the ground, the sound of his robe rubbing under his armpits, and the various images of eggshells are chaotic, making the flower porridge seem to be in a fantasy world.

The innocent courtyard house, or the riverside avenue, hooked with cloud tiles, and a number of gray and white colors swept by......

Flower porridge holds your breath.

She dodged Arrogant with a little force, his palm was slender, the cross was pointed, the palm of the hand was spread out, and there was a bow on it.

The finger stepped forward and began to play with her hair, the skin behind her ears, slippery, and the neck line rolled smoothly to the back.

"Uhh......hh Who, you!" She looked up in anger, her head like a waterfall in a graceful arc in the air, and her body writhed unconsciously.

I felt my throat tighten and looked at each other.

He tacitly stretched out his big hand and grabbed it with one hand and one cheek.

"I'm sorry. My flower porridge!" tossing and turning uncontrollably, I saw his chest rise and fall, and it felt like a balloon that was blowing, and he wanted to prick himself with the tip of a needle.

"Tsk...... Wash it and you're ready to eat!" he was holding a pair of melons.

"Phew, phew...... You are sick differently than others. The beautiful eyes were full of tears, and the flower porridge pulled out his fingers aggrievedly, and swung them out like quicksand, perfectly buckling his head, and he was at a loss for a while.

“...... At the moment, I can't care about so much...... "Wuxian is eight feet tall, with a pair of red phoenix eyes, lying silkworm eyebrows, depicted with an eyebrow pencil to the fullest, a graceful curve, and a blue complexion, as if with a black scarf.

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die!" Innocent was so pained that he withdrew his hands, and for a moment he could not press them, so that he was like a spinning camel, and his whole body was tangled into a spasmodic mass.

Standing on the wall, he instantly felt that he was not himself, and only the sound of the fierce wind that was torn apart......

The air pressure suddenly hit the cheeks, and instantly paralyzed the cheeks, shoulders and neck, and even the whole body......

Two fell from a height of 10,000 meters.

A whistle –

His big palm ruthlessly and vigorously held up the face and cheeks of the flower porridge, and gently pinched them into various shapes, so that on the apple muscles at both ends of the wind and snow, cherry red, purple and soft white, with the movement of the two palms in unison, dragged and rotated with the index finger and thumb.

"Huh. Innocent chuckled, "Little thing." I've been waiting a long time for you to grow up—"

She turned her head in embarrassment, her phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and when he made his third cheek movement, a dodge bit his hand: "Bastard ......" was vague, but the man did not let go; his other hand hugged Hua Congee's slender waist, groping with infinite tenderness and sweetness, against her, but his head and face were firmly against her head and face, supporting Hua Congee's closed teeth......

He loosened his cheeks, and his body suddenly dropped again, and she screamed wildly, his right hand becoming her only point of support.

Two are like two fish.

The hand that touches each other is an opportunity for the whole world.

Still Buddha climbed section by section, the twists and turns of the bizarre path rose little by little, but he was relieved, as if watching a performance, seeing her fall to the bottom little by little, she was in the dust, and said save me.

......

......

About a quarter of an hour passed, and Innocent chased all the way, stretching.

"Well, pretending to be sick!" she looked into the depths of the street, her shame drove her to be ashamed, and she stood outside the narrow door of Yihong Courtyard, and she heard a faint voice from inside, not like laughter or chatting, but as if she had run dozens of laps of the mountain road, panting.

Hua Congee lowered her body and carefully pushed the door open, she saw that the clothes all over the ground should have come back from the front yard and washed them by the slave girl.

Looking up, she saw that the wood bed kept making a 'crunch' sound, and it turned out that there was someone on the bed.

Hua Congee felt that she couldn't breathe, her heart beat faster, her blood was boiling all over her body, and she asked, "Who?"

Seeing that the man stood up slightly, shrank and fell down, it can be judged from the huge size that the man is the prince and arrogant.

"Little thief, it seems that you really don't die with a thief's heart!" Hua Congee hurriedly closed the door back, lest everyone in the sky just now know that he had stolen his first kiss.

"Hua Congee, I'm sorry, I'm uncomfortable!" Seeing Hua Congee approaching, he actually laughed: "But, I think you're comfortable!"

Hua Congee licked her lips, and between her lips and teeth there was still some kind of information about the person on the bed.

I'm too scared, I have sneak attacks, I have pretended to be sick, but I don't have it at all?

There is a kind of desolate power hidden in his body, just like he doesn't know that he is the "Young Master of Qingshan", and he doesn't know that his blood is "spiritual blood".

There is no resistance at all on their own. It's as if everything has been arranged in advance, and I'm just a puppet.

"No?" Hua Congee stomped hard, turned back, and prepared to flee.

"Stop! What did you just do with the prince?" a figure rushed in under the light of the door in the door, unkempt like a ghost.

It's a bird.

She was shaking with a pair of slippers.

The girl stood in the doorway and looked at the prince on the bed, while turning her head sideways to look at the flower porridge, "Vixen." Her cheeks were rosy, her eyes were full of water, and she exuded a seductive aura, and she looked more mature than girls of the same age, which made Hua Congee blush.

"What were you guys doing?" she asked, looking up at her expression.

"He's sick!" Hua Congee smiled calmly, making the little bird very irritable: "Listen, the prince has already made a marriage contract with the daughter of Ye Ye Protector. If you don't want to end up as an abandoned woman, it's best to stay away from him. ＂

Hua Congee frowned and pursed her lips, and after a long pause, she looked away from the room.

"Vixen?" she had no intention of dwelling on the matter, but her friendship with the bird was so fragile that she had just said that she would sleep with the same pillow, and in the blink of an eye, it was like glass shattering into slag.

"Of course, in front of four people, you turn one away. On the way, she ...... "The bird was dressed in red, and her anger made her completely lose her mind.

"What's going on the road?" Hua Congee is a very strange person, usually very tolerant, but once the struggle becomes more and more interesting: "Why do you come to beat the junior like a wife!"

"Yes!" The innocent on the bed simply took off his shoes, winged Erlang's legs, supported his cheeks for a while, and frowned for a while.

"She said you were sick?" the little bird threw himself on his knees, and looked carefully at the innocent face, and there was no light in the room.

Hua Congee searched for the dead wind lamp, and either knocked over the chair, or smashed his fingers and squeaked.

"Yes, don't move!" Innocent leaned on the bed with a wave of his hand, and the light of the blue warbler quickly took over the entire area.

"She said you were sick?" the little bird shyly tried to lift her master's face again, and Innocent took an index finger and pushed her hand away. But his eyes were on the porridge and he said, "It seems to be?"

"Don't believe you asked eggshells?"

The eggshell ghost Chong slipped out, and the three of them glanced at each other. Then she waved her hand, grinned, and carried a bunch of insects in her hand, such as stick insects, cabbage insects, and so on, all mouth-to-mouth, pair-to-pair, from the innocent mouth to the mouth of the porridge.

Hua Congee and Wuxian looked at each other: "It's not like this. Only one-on-one!"

"Tinker, twitter—" Eggshell laughed a bunch of bugs.

"Isn't the master sick?"

"Kiss. "Innocent seems to be very proud, the illness is cured so quickly, of course he must be happy.

"It must have been the lowly slave girl who stole the kiss?"

"It's not!"

"Yes! We must not only kiss, but also sleep in the same bed!" Hua Congee was angry, and the title of "lowly slave girl" was too real, "as if you were not!"

The Demon Continent has been in turmoil for many years, and "female slaves" and "prisoners of war" are everywhere.

The little bird walked away angrily, and the flower porridge hummed and lay on the innocent side, squeezing him away. I thought about squeezing it all night, but I didn't squeeze it.

However, the house leak happened to rain overnight, as if he couldn't get by.

......

......

"Lord, hee-hee!" the sound of the front yard outside the window was so loud this time that the camp was too clear to the ear.

The innocent heart boiled even more, suppressed a thought several times, and finally opened the door: "Hua Congee, why don't you come with me......?"

"Take me away?Jinwu Zangjiao, do you want me to be your third aunt?" Hua Congee's eyes were burning, her eyes were looking at him, but her ears didn't know where to go.

"How can I compare with you as their ordinary......" Innocent was angry and stood up, but was held down by Hua Congee, and sat down again, and was about to reason, but he heard Hua Congee pouting at him, and saw her stretch out one ear to the wall to listen.

"Listen, you listen—"

The two of them leaned on the edge of the window and listened—

"Take me away, Jinwu Zangjiao, do you still want me to be your thirteenth aunt?" Hua Congee said softly.

"Lead me away? Jinwu Zangjiao, do you still want me to be your thirteenth aunt?" Sure enough, the obscene voice came word for word.

Hua Congee wrinkled his brows and grinned, which means, look, I guessed right?

"Oh......" Wuxian frowned, there are always countless tricks in today's flower porridge.

"Look, look at your face flushed, like an apple. Eat and drink spicy ...... from behind" Hua Congee twisted his two fingers forward, and he couldn't hook the innocent, so he jumped up and twisted it, and his mouth was full of dubbing, learning from the uncle in it to speak, and then grinning and laughing.

Scratching and tickling, scratching in the arms of innocence.

Innocent's face was still full of anger: "You little woman, it's right to be grateful—"

Hua Congee almost jumped up like a rabbit, shouting: "How do you know, how do you know?" Wuxian was completely defeated by himself, and was about to plead, Hua Congee was doing a house again, worshipping the Buddha again, squeezing his eyes and eyebrows, and holding a finger on his lips.

Sure enough, the protagonist of the lewd voice, the camp was weak and began to cry, first cautiously, and then tried to amplify a few times. She said: "This Yihong Courtyard, the slave family doesn't want to stay anymore, beg Zhang Sanye, Engong to redeem the slave family......"

"You women think about the problem is too simple......" Zhang Sanye, who was rough and arrogant, obviously disagreed. The woman finally gave up the struggle and sighed with a sigh.

Zhang Sanye could no longer hide his anger: "You are a little woman, I, Zhang Sanye, have repeatedly patronized your business, and I am grateful." Why do you keep thinking about it......"

Hua Congee twisted two fingers and pinched two handfuls on Wuxie's chest, and there were two shallow dimples on her pink cheeks, but what she said was the voice of the woman upstairs: "Master, master, don't you want to be angry?

"If you follow me, you won't think about it day and night like this. It's just that with a few other rooms, they are fighting openly and secretly, and they are jealous!" said Zhang Sanye upstairs.

......

Arrogant and innocent completely regretted it.

In the kiss just now, I was completely annihilated, and I felt a faint pain in my heart, this girl is so pitiful, in such a painful situation, she can be so miserable.

But in the blink of an eye, he realized that he was wrong. Flower porridge is a treasure, when he is like a thief, occasionally discovers a spell, opens a secret vault in the mountain, there is only gold, silver and jewelry, it is simply dazzling to the point of no return.

I was too abrupt just now, if that flower porridge also put myself in the first block of Zhang Sanye, wouldn't I have to live up to her tenderness?

I took my heart and didn't dare to make another mistake.

"I'm wiping my mouth, it's red when it's red, what's the matter with Guan Qing?" Seeing a gloomy face, Hua Congee wiped his mouth with a handkerchief. It's strange, it's also her that hurts, why is he more anxious than her?

"From now on, I cover you. Brother or sister, you are mine, so you can't do anything that hurts yourself. We've all shared the same bed a few times anyway. Innocently and domineeringly, he pressed Hua Porridge's hand and said.

"Joke, I'm my own, when did it become yours. So he said, but the face of the flower was so angry that it was red to the root of his ears under the wind.

"It's very strange, I don't see you blushing when I listen to that obscene voice every day. I just won't let you wipe your mouth, why are you blushing?" Innocent is completely crazy, this girl is half-baked, thinking she is a king, but in fact she is a bronze.

Women are sometimes very strange, and the words that come out of their mouths often even believe themselves.

And her body is constantly doing the opposite.