Yan Ge's arm was hurt in the first place, and then he bottomed out, his ankle was swollen, and he groaned as soon as he landed.

Yuan Emperor was an emperor. Although everyone around him would protect him everywhere, he never thought that he would be protected by a woman at this time. He held the words in his arms almost immediately: "How are you?"

"Not so good." Yan Ge's voice was weak. "Broken leg and cracked chest, as if to die."

Yuandi's hands were full of blood on the arms of Yange. Although in the dark, the wet blood made him tremble.

"Don't talk." He twiddled his sleeves and wrapped it around the wound of Yange's arm, and squeezed his limbs, and made sure that Yange had no injuries other than his ankle. A sigh of relief: "Forbearance, I'll take you out."

He hadn't finished speaking yet, the words suddenly approached and kissed his lips.

The kiss of her was like the hot wine smashed into his throat, which made him unable to react for a moment, and could only bear it passively.

He is an emperor, and he doesn't like such a passive, so he just stunned for a moment, the next moment, he turned passive and was taken the initiative, grabbed her waist, and pressed people tightly into his arms.

Even though her kiss was full of momentum, but in the end it was jerky. With this initiative, she immediately imagined that duckweed would follow the current and let him run rampant to get what he wanted.

It was like a two-on-two confrontation. Although she took the initiative to attack, he later took over and defeated her lost helmet and armor with skillful techniques.

His hands squeezed her waist tightly, forcing her heart desires, and violently pulled away from the homeopathy to bite her lips: "Why do you want to be a bandit leader? In the end ... how many scholar-like men have you caught?"

Yan Ge listened to the voice of his molar Huo Huo, and laughed lowly. She pressed her other hand on the back of his head, raised his head, and rubbed his lips on his chin: "I am that scholar."

Her voice was clear and shallow, and the exhaled breath fell like Yuan Fei in the heart of Yuandi. At this moment, his body was tight and his brain was unable to think, and his brain was full of the wonderful figure she attached to him.

Her little hand touched his clothes, she slightly put out the tip of her tongue, and touched his lips: "If I were really King of the Mountain, I would imprison His Majesty on the mountain, and I would run away in a panic."

His tight body resembled a string. When she was touching the lips with the warmth and moistness, the string finally broke, and she took off her clothes and spread them on the ground with layers of leaves. He pinched her beacon fingers with his other hand and nibbled between his lips and teeth.

"Why not say it earlier." He was resentful and helpless, and before she responded, he had bowed his head and kissed her lips again.

She wrapped layers of cloth around her chest, and he took them off impatiently, and was really angry at someone who didn't care for her chest.

When impatient, my heart was faintly expectant and faintly excited.

He never looked forward to meeting a woman frankly and physically as he is now.

He placed her carefully on the clothes on the ground, bent slightly, and kissed her skin lovingly.

She put his hand around his neck and smiled infatuatedly: "It's too small, you can't bite if you bite again."

"Don't wrap it in the future." He knead his fingers, he couldn't help it, rolled his throat, bit her ear bead in his mouth, and mumbled, "It's not small, it's good."