Eastern Jin Dynasty, Regent Palace.

Xiao Yu sat on the wicker chair in front of the door, the pale face felt the bathing of the sun, and she spent a long time in the room. Wan Yuyu said that drying the sun helps her body recover.

Xiao Yu’s mouth twitched with a smile, and the pale face was as beautiful as a pear.

Feng Ling went back to the government, and saw the little **** the cane chair far away. He stood in the dark for a moment, and saw the little girl open his eyes. He turned and left.

Xiao Yu turned and saw the noble back of the suit in the sun. Her eyebrows were wrinkled. Did he always look at her?

The back of Feng Lingran disappeared in the hustle and bustle of Xiao Yu, and a shadow suddenly appeared next to the wicker chair.

Xiao Yu took back his sight and saw a man in a white robe with a fan in his hand. He smiled with a gentle and elegant smile.

"Hey, what do you think is different for this son today?"

He is quite a chest, looks long and quite chic.

Xiao Yu glanced at him from the top and bottom and smiled: "Look at your expression so proudly, is things done?"

Wan Haoyu's finger is slightly moving, brushing it, picking up the fan, shaking his head and sighing: "You little fox is really meaningless, not at all with this son."

Xiao Yu smiled deeper, and in an instant, the flash in the middle of the flash, and looked at Wan Yuyu.

Wan Yuyu immediately smiled: "Hey, do you think that this son is getting more and more handsome? Is it not worse than Feng Lingran?"

Xiao Yu nodded and smiled and said: "Feather Sao bag, your present expression, give me a feeling."

"What do you feel?"

"You have the object of Sichun."

The feather fan in the hand of Wan Yuyu tapped on Xiao Yu’s head. The handsome face floated very thin and thin red: “You little fox has the object of Sichun, this son is just paying more attention to his image. After all, The son of this son looks good, or the **** doctor who praises everyone on the rivers and lakes, this son must be worthy of the title of the doctor."

Xiao Yu thinks that Wan Yuyu is particularly interesting today. She just said that he needs to explain so much?

He probably didn't know a word, and the explanation was to cover up.

"Good, good, good." Xiao Yu said three times "good" and continued: "Your image is perfect, medical skills are superb, and tomorrow morning, I will go out to find you."

Wan Hao Yu Jun smiled and heard the back. He snorted and looked at Xiao Xiao: "Hey, the injury on your body is not so good, it is not suitable for going out. Besides, there is something in this son. It won't run away, let's take a few more days to get it!"

Xiao Yu was silent for a moment and said slowly: "I took my own things as soon as possible, and I will tell you about the snow girl as soon as possible." q8zc

"This... In this case, the son will wait for you outside the house tomorrow morning."

"..." is really realistic.

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At night, Xiao Yu was lying on the bed, the boss of his eyes, staring at the roof, thinking about something.

Suddenly, the lights went out, and the room was dark. Xiao Yu had not returned to God, and he was covered with a big hand.

who?

Xiao Yu’s heart trembled, feeling that the hand holding her mouth was cold and there was no temperature, just like a cold-blooded animal, throwing the prey into it, using its habitual means to shred the prey bit by bit. ,devour.

Xiao Xiao’s face was white and suddenly, feeling that his other big palm was placed on the back of her right hand, moving along the back of her hand and moving upwards. A cold and sticky touch made her touched. The local hair is straight and the goose bumps.

"What is your entanglement?" Who are you?

He was stunned by his mouth and Xiao Yu’s voice was ambiguous.

There was no sound, and his face could not be seen in the darkness. He only felt a pair of chilly, black-eyed, black-eyed, staring at himself.

Is he Feng Lingran?

Xiao Yu quickly denied the speculation in his heart. Feng Lingran had temperature on his body. Unlike the cold temperature of this man, there was no cold temperature like a cold body.

But this person is not a slave, and the slaves are decisive and will not torture the "prey."

The cold, wet fingers touched the upper end of her arm and shook it gently. Her entire sleeve became a piece of rag and sprinkled on the bed. His fingertips were on her shoulders, along her shoulders, moving down, and the cold and cold touch was accompanied by itching. Xiao Yu took a sigh of cold, coming to her wounds. What the man wants to do?

Xiao Yu’s forehead had a fine cold sweat. Suddenly, he lifted his knees and forced it up.

He snorted in disgust, as if he had already prepared, his palm shot, and took her knees down.

Pain, coming from the knees, quickly spread all over the body.

This body is too weak, it is not his opponent at all, he was photographed by him, Xiao Yu felt that this leg is afraid that he could not get out of bed.

There was something that opened the wound on Xiao Qian’s shoulder. Her painful tears rolled down. Under the anger, she bit his mouth in his hand and tasted blood and did not loosen it.

The dark cockroaches in the dark night flashed dissatisfaction, the fingertips pressed a bit on her neck, she opened her mouth with pain, he took the injured hand, and there was something cold and sticky liquid dripping in Xiao Yu’s cheek.

It is his blood.

The powder was spilled into the wound that Xiao Yu was cut. She screamed, painfully tearing her heart, and the wounded meat was beating slightly.

Xiao Yu was cold and sweaty, breathing a little quickly, and gnashing his teeth and said: "Who are you? If you want to use me to deal with Feng Lingran, then you are wrong, I am worthless in the eyes of Feng Lingran, I am also hurt by this injury."

He snorted, his nose smirked, and his cold fingers slammed on Xiao's smooth face and disappeared into the room.

The candlelight lit up, Xiao Yu held up his body, looked at the closed door and the window, there was no passive trace, her face was a bit white, is it just not coming in?

Xiao Yu whispered, the wound was cut open, and the red meat inside could be seen, but no blood came out of the meat, the half arm sleeves were gone, and the rag lying on the bed was the trace of his destruction.

Xiao Yan's eyebrows wrinkled deeper and deeper. What medicine did he give her wounds? Is the purpose of doing this really as she thinks?

Xiao Yu closed his eyes and felt that after the crossing, what happened to her was happening to her, and she could not live without her death.

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Early in the morning, Feng Lingran’s front foot was early, and a horse-drawn carriage came from the back foot and stopped at the entrance of the Regent’s palace.

About half a cup of tea time, Wang Fuzhong came out a little girl, saw the carriage at the entrance of the Regent's palace, the strange middle-aged driver squinted at her, and she flashed the look and got on the carriage.

"Drive..."

The driver screamed and drove away.

About half an hour later, the carriage heard it. When Xiao Yu drove the curtain, the middle-aged driver smiled and carried the white slender fingers. When I saw it, I knew that it was the hand of your son. It was not the finger of the mountain. .

Xiao Yu had a wound on her shoulder. She was cut again last night. Her small hand was on his palm and he was helped by the carriage.

An unfamiliar house, Xiao Yu followed him and went in. When he first entered the house, the middle-aged driver tore off the mask of the human face on his face, and took off the clothes outside. I didn’t know which corner was thrown in Grae, the handsome man. The face appeared in front of Xiao Yu.

"Hey, come with me."

Wan Yuyu grabbed Xiao Yu’s hand and led her to a room.

Xiao Yu glanced at the man around him and took another look at the big palm he was holding. This Saobao was not good for her before, but it has changed personally recently.

There must be a demon when things go wrong.

The shackles of Xiao Yu Qing Ling stunned slightly, followed him into the room, and the eye was the treasure chest that was moved out of the forbidden place. There was nothing wrong with it.

Xiao Yu’s heart trembled. When she thought of what the slave had said, she took away the palm of Wan Yu’s palm and walked toward the treasure chest. She bent down and placed her hand on the treasure chest. The inch was moving and the heart was slow. Slowly sinking, I don’t know why, I touched this treasure chest, and there was a sad mood in her heart.

Xiao Yu’s eyes were sore, almost tears came, and her fingers shook slightly, when she opened the treasure chest.

Wan Yuyu’s big palm pressed on the back of her hand and said with a smile: “Hey, what you told me, I’ve done it. Should you tell me about Snow Girl?”

Wan Yuyu saw Xiao Yu’s mist in his eyes. He said with amazement: “Hey, don’t cry! I didn’t bully you.”

Xiao Yu raised his head, swallowed the tears in his eyes, sucked his nose and said, "This is whatever you do."

She turned her hand on the treasure chest and looked at the eyes of Wan Yuyu. She asked, "What do you feel about the feathers?"

Wan Yuyu smiled and said: "Hey, your hand is so smooth and tender."

Xiao Yu looked at the smirk on the face of Wan Yuyu, and quickly opened the small hand, and said: "You are really shameless."

Wan Yuyu smiled and said nothing, the big palm left the treasure chest and continued to ask: "Hey, you haven't told the son, the snow girl..."

Xiao Yu’s heart is puzzled. Wan Yu’s hand is not on the treasure chest. She feels sad emotions. That is to say, is she alone with her hand on the treasure chest? But the owner of this hand is... cherish, not her.

Isn’t the real lady of slavery not her, but sorry?

But the slave is so determined that she is her lady?

Xiao Yu’s temple is a bit painful. She sighed in her heart. Forget it, don’t think about this kind of headache. Let’s open the treasure chest and see what’s inside!

"Snow woman lives in the snowy mountains, you can't see her in the eyes of ordinary people." Xiao Yu saw the handsome face of Wan Yuyu, flying from the look to the loss, her small hand patted on his shoulder, sighed and said: "And, I also want to tell you a bad news, Snow Maiden can't get close to you. If you are close, you will feel very cold, so you should have no chance."

"There is no point?" Wan Hao feathered his mouth and said: "Little fox, what are you thinking about? The son did not say that he likes her."