Bang Bang –

The bamboo door was kicked open, and the door frame was almost cracked.

The warm fragrance in the room rushed towards the man in white shirt.

Incense powder?

The visitor was stunned, and his deep eyes suddenly became dark, as if with a deadly toxin, and the cold air around him seemed to dissipate the spring light that filled the room.

I saw that for a moment, the white shadow flew over, kicked away the man who was about to estrus, and swept Mu Chujian, whose shoulders were exposed, with black pool-like eyes, his clothes were disheveled, but they were still intact.

Thankfully, it was in time!

He breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the thin quilt and wrapped it around the woman on the bed, looked at the pale and red face, a touch of distress flashed in his eyes, raised his hand, tightened the quilt again, and wrapped the weak man tightly.

Fu Shiqing sat on his knees, trembling all over, and his vigorous desire made him uncomfortable. The scarlet eyes looked at the fairy-like man in front of him, and tears flashed slightly.

His antidote was actually in the arms of that man.

Nope-

Give it back!

He trembled and got up, trying to reach out and grab the woman's slightly hanging hand, but was held by a slender hand, wrapped in the quilt, and stuffed tightly.

"You-give it back! Hurry up and give her back to me! He cried out, his exposed hand pounding the floor hard, but he didn't know the pain.

The man in white smiled charmingly, still elegant, "The first painter in the imperial capital, it's okay if you don't have it!" The cold voice, as if with bursts of demonic barriers, is imprinted on people's hearts like a knife.

The gold-trimmed sleeve robe was flicked, and the man on the ground was hit by a powerful air current, and then he slid down like rags.

Feng Rongxue pulled her raised hand into her sleeve, her midnight-like eyes didn't look at the man, and she stepped out of the house with the person in her arms.

The night breeze blows, puffing up soft white clothes, the man flying in the air is like a fairy in the sky, charming and gentle, and the golden Xuan Qi passes through the air, leaving no trace.

Behind him, Yazhu Xiaozhu lit a raging fire, illuminating a small lake in front of the house, mysterious and strange throughout the silent and eerie summer night.

"Hmm...... cough cough cough ......" The person in his arms moved slightly, and the man flying in the air was surprised, looked down, and saw a small face drilled out like an awl, from a pink nose, slowly revealing a pair of watery eyes, and the whole little face was exposed.

"Ah...... Handsome guy! Mu Chujin licked the corners of her lips temptingly, her eyes were crimson, "I really want to eat you!" Fast! Wash white and lie in bed and serve this palace! The person in the quilt looked at the handsome face with a charming smile, and his eyes were bright and bright!

"Uh......" Feng Rongxue was stunned for a moment, her blackpool-like eyes stared at the pink little mouth, becoming more and more dark, and the small pimple between her throat rolled unconsciously.