The boatman is a person who dyes the moon and will never come in, Yun Yao has nothing to worry about, not to mention that he is wet all over, but he is also uncomfortable.

Layer after layer of clothes faded off, the skin stained with water droplets was white and almost transparent, and the graceful body was the most beautiful curve in the world, and the long black silk hung down to the hips, and the blood-colored Yao flowers that bloomed like demon fire were faintly visible.

Yun Yao was a little nervous in her heart, and looked at Hua Yueran from time to time, seeing that he had never moved, Fang quickly put on her clothes, put away the wet clothes, and crawled out again like a thief.

There is still a faint fragrance in the air, mixed with the smell of the slightest river water, like a disturbing thread, cut endlessly, and the arrangement is still messy.

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Although the materials on the ship are not as complete as those on land, there are also those that should be there, Yun Yao quickly swept to the side of the cliff with light power, found some wild vegetables and sour fruits among the rocks and threw them into the pot, and after a while, a pot of fragrant fish soup was baked.

Yun Yao took a small sip, the taste was the most natural and delicious, and the milky white fish soup slid into her mouth, and the delicious fish was almost floating.

Yun Yao glanced at the sky, then opened the curtain and said, "Little flower pig, get up!" ”

The boatman on one side stumbled.

Hua Yue moved her body, opened her eyelashes, greeted the sun, and squinted slightly.

Yun Yao knelt down to the couch and said with a smile: "I boiled fish soup, it's delicious, you have a mouthful." ”

His eyelashes twitched slightly, and a smile spread: "This king still remembers someone's cooking skills. ”

Yun Yao sneered: "People have stumbled, horses have stumbled, don't you have a time to make mistakes?" Then he went to pull him, "Get up quickly, don't sleep." ”

When his hand accidentally touched his hand, he was stunned and took it back.

Yun Yao's eyes were sharp, and when he saw the blood in his palm, he grabbed it: "What's wrong with your hand?" ”

When I opened it, it was bloody, and Yun Yao's scalp was numb.

Hua Yueran looked away and said, "I had a dream." ”

"Dream is dreaming, masochistic something!" Yun Yao glared at him, turned around and rummaged through the cabinets to find the medicine box.

The fox thought to himself that he didn't want to masochize himself.

I searched for a bottle of ointment from him, sniffed it, and then lifted his palm and blew it, carefully applying the ointment.

Hua Yueran looked at her with lowered eyebrows, something was turning over in his heart, and then he couldn't help but kiss her on the lips.

Yun Yao pushed him and suppressed his voice: "Don't mess around, there is an old man outside." Young man, you and me, how did you accept the old man. “

The colored fox wagged his tail, saying that he really didn't have to consider the feelings of the old man outside the curtain, but the more he kissed himself, the more he sank, and the fire in his body that was hard to suppress began to jump again, so he had to give up.

In view of the fact that the fox's paw was injured, Yun Yao made a virtuous little girlfriend, sent the fish soup to him and said, "It's a little hot." ”

Kazuki said, "You feed me." ”

Yun Yao tried to pout: "What about the other claws?" ”

Hua Yueran said aggrievedly: "I forgot to say it, this one is also hurt." ”

Yun Yao: "......"

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Out of the canyon, the field of vision in front of you suddenly opened, the sky was high and the clouds were light, the river was surging, and you couldn't see the edge at a glance.

If you don't think about the identity of the "fugitive" at this time, lying on the board of the boat, bathing in the river breeze, it is really a pleasure.

Yun Yao leaned on Hua Yueran and said lazily: "Since the viewing of the Rite Tower, Qingwan has ascended the throne, and now she should be a mature monarch, right?" ”

Hua Yueran's gaze moved away from the scroll and landed on her eyelashes slightly squinted by the sun: "If she is mature, how can she be a monarch?" ”

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The third-rate writer author Jun said that he had been continuously hurt by 10,000 points, and he sent "sugar" today, %>_<%