"A few big brothers." Bei Xuening hurriedly walked up, "Can I follow you?" I'm a little scared alone in the Broken Soul Forest. ”

The man who took the lead had a lot of beard on his face, and he walked out, "Let's get down to business!" No one with you! ”

But he took a closer look at Bei Xuening's appearance, huh? How?!

He immediately took out a small scroll from his sleeve and opened it to take a look.

It really is!

She is Bei Xuening! That's what they're looking for!

The beard smiled, and his attitude changed one hundred and eighty degrees.

He said, "Actually, we are going to leave, if you are afraid, why don't you go back to our village with us?" ”

Bei Xuening said: "Okay. ”

"What's your name, girl?" The bearded man also asked deliberately, so as not to be mistaken.

Bei Xuening smiled: "My name is Bei Xuening, what about you, big brother?" ”

"My name is Beard!" The beard said, even happier in his heart, this is really not mistaken, this is really effortless!

More than half a month ago, Fufeng Country was defeated, and it retreated dozens of miles away.

But everyone didn't know that a few days ago, the national teacher of Fufeng Country came to this military camp.

The name is called the national teacher, but it is more like ......

Bei Xuening really couldn't find any words to express it......

She was tied with ropes, and her eyes were motionless as she watched the battle between men and women in front of her.

Ahem, that's the picture that is not suitable for children......

The national teacher is indeed a demon, with several golden iron rings in his hands, and his sturdy figure ...... Ahem, Bei Xuening is embarrassed to watch it.

Suddenly, the national teacher turned around, and the pair of Danfeng eyes stared at her.

"You're glad you watched." The national teacher said.

Bei Xuening was also unambiguous, and said seriously: "You work so hard, of course I want to make a show." ”

In fact, there were only three of them in this tent.

The woman was wrapped in a light veil, and when she saw Bei Xuening, she was disdainful.

The national teacher leaned sideways, "Why don't you come too?" ”

"This is your special show, how can I be embarrassed to steal the limelight from you." Bei Xuening said.

"Are you still embarrassed?" The national teacher's voice was a little charming.

As soon as he turned his head, the face could be seen more clearly.

Lingyi is as noble as a lotus flower and cannot be tainted, Murong Che is evil and has a character, and this national teacher is a demon.

Bei Xuening has already seen all kinds of beautiful men, so she can naturally control it at the moment.

She smiled: "Then can I ask, Master of Fufeng Country, you brought me here just to show me how you are merry?" ”

The national teacher Danfeng's eyes narrowed, a little unhappy.

The woman beside him was afraid that Bei Xuening would seduce the national teacher, so she hurriedly hooked the national teacher's neck.

"Master of the National Teacher...... I'm going to ......"

With that coquettish voice, Bei Xuening's bones felt soft when she heard it......

She fought a cold war, and saw the national teacher pushing people away.

"Bei Xuening, you come up." The national teacher said.

Then, he kicked the woman down.

The woman exclaimed, and the light veil couldn't hide her body......

Bei Xuening raised her eyebrows, daring to love this is a person who has no discipline, and everyone else is on it.

Forget it, this national teacher is not a good bird, and she has no interest in playing with this person.

"I'm sorry, but I have a cleanliness fetish." Bei Xuening said, "You're too dirty. ”

The national teacher was furious, "Bei Xuening, you dare!" ”

She actually said he was dirty!

Bei Xuening said: "If you don't say what you're looking for me for, then I'll leave." ”

As she spoke, she stood up, pulled the rope off her body, and threw it on the ground.

The national teacher looked at the rope on the ground and said coldly, "You are still a little fox like before." ”

She's a cunning little fox! Do you want to trick him this time? No way!