Xiao Yu is extremely trusting in purple clothes, and her heart is as bright as a mirror. What she wants in purple clothes is what she can give.

However, the next moment...

Xiao Yu lived, and the delicate fingertips gently lifted her chin. His handsome face leaned down and a light feathery kiss fell on her lips.

Xiao Yu’s slender feathers and trepidation. In the past, how did the purple dress sway her, and it would not cross the line, but today, why is he like this?

The purple coat left her lips, and the twilight flashed a trace of strangeness. The demon laughed: "The little girl's mouth is sweet."

Xiao Yu's exquisite little face squats, blushing like Xia, there is no distracting feelings of men and women in the shackles of purple clothes, but this way to tease her?

Xiao Yu is a little angry, whoever is inexplicably kissed, will be angry!

Before she turned, she nodded and allowed him.

Xiao Yu pushed open the purple clothes, did not say a word, blushing, ran out of the room.

The slave fingers clenched the quilt tightly, the peach blossoms, the blood red, staring at the purple clothes, seemed to be turned into a sword, and the purple clothes were broken.

The purple coat is gradually getting cold, like the ice edge in the cold winter. If his thin lips spit out, it is also cold: "You want to stay aside with Xiao Yu, it is best to put away the thoughts you should not have, the duty Be a slave."

The slave is slightly shocked, how can he find out...

The slaves began to kill, and the nails grew quietly.

The purple coat glanced at the nails of the slave, and the heart was cold and cold.

The slave's pointed nails pierced the quilt and stopped. His **** scorpion seemed to suddenly understand what it was.

"You are Feng Lingran?"

The purple clothes glimpsed slightly, and the corner of the mouth picked up a demon smile. He said slowly: "I am a purple coat, but this body's deity is Feng Lingran. You still have to have a bad intention for your lady. You are doing it with her. A slave, it’s good for you, huh?”

After a pause, he added another sentence: "Make sure you know the relationship between your nephew and Feng Lingran."

After the purple dress was finished, he went out. Waiting for the opening of Wan Yuyu standing in front of the door, he first explained a few words and asked Xiao Yu to leave the direction and chase the past.

Wan Yuyu strangely touched his head, always feeling that today's Feng Ling is very wrong, it is like changing a person.

In the room.

The slave was sitting on the bed with a disappointment, thinking about what the purple dress had said in his mind, and thinking about that night, he secretly went to the Regent’s Palace from here. It was a happy and excited mood. He heard Xiao Yu and Ziyi from the room. No, it should be said that it is Feng Lingran, a warm voice. The blood on the face of the slave was faded. He shook it, and suddenly he vomited his heart and blood. He even spit a few mouthfuls of blood and turned around.

At that time, if Xiao Yu struggled in the house for help, the slaves would fight this life and would break into and kill Feng Lingran. But no, what he heard is... Xiao Yu wants to reconcile with Feng Lingran...

And well!

Feng Lingran used to be like her, so she was easily forgiven. She and his warm ears in the room, even at the expense of using the blood in his body, gave Feng Lingran drinking.

How much Xiao Yu is in love? Will this be the sacrifice for Feng Lingran?

The slaves have a heartache, but they don’t know how to help Xiao Yu. He was seriously injured by bamboo deficiency twice. Where is this run-down body? Now he, even Wan Yuyu can not beat.

The slaves closed their eyes in pain, and thought about everything that happened in the room. Xiao Yu’s words made him stunned and saw Xiao Yu worry about him. He could not deny that his heart was both moving and happy. At the time, his deep affection for Xiao Yu was seen in the eyes of the purple clothes.

Is that really purple? Until now, the slaves were a little embarrassed. When he warned himself, the cold eyes and the tone of speech were not like purple clothes at all, but it was like Feng Lingran.

If he said that he was Feng Lingran, then later, when he was about to leave, the words were like purple clothes.

Really and false, true and false, who is it? The slaves didn't want to make it clear. He reminded me that he was the slave of Xiao Yu, and he had long been destined.

When the purple dress chased Xiao Yu, she stood under the willow tree by the river. The autumn wind was low and the catkins flew. She looked at the clear river and looked like a pleasant picture.

Purple clothes, watching Xiao Xiao quietly, some do not know, how to talk to her when going? If she is told to her, the person who kisses her is Feng Lingran, will she believe? Still thought that this is an excuse he found?

When he caught the slave’s affection for Xiao Yu’s affection, Feng Ling’s soul immediately woke up. After he finished the sentence, he forced his soul to be pressed. The purple clothes did not struggle. He was very Understand that Feng Ling is sure to eat, if he and Feng Lingran resist, only two losses will be hurt. Moreover, Feng Lingran's seal in the body, he must also figure out, what is going on?

When the purple coat entered the body of the slave, his body and himself had been repelled, so that his soul left the body of the slave, and the cultivation was greatly reduced. But the strange thing is that after he entered Feng Lingran's body, the soul did not repel with Feng Lingran's body, but there was a kind of comfort.

Feng Ling did not kill slaves, purple clothes are very unexpected, if you follow the phoenix of the phoenix, the slaves will die. It should be seen in Xiao Yu’s face! Feng Ling did not want to anger Xiao Yu, so he accepted the enemy.

Thinking of this, the thin lips of the purple clothes rose slightly, I really did not expect that the cruel and ruthless Feng Lingran also had such an unknown side.

The purple clothes went to Xiao Yu’s side, and stretched out their hands. When they wanted to put them on her shoulders, they stopped and took it back. Feng Lingran did not know how to explain to her. If this is the case, Too close, his little child would really regard him as a madman.

Xiao Yu heard the deep footsteps behind him, and she knew that the person was a purple coat. She didn't look back. The light stayed on the water, and the blush of the small face had faded. The skin of Bai Ruziyu was shining in the sun.

"Little kid." Purple clothes opened their mouths: "Do you care?"

Xiao Xiao took a moment, thought that the purple coat would be chased, or would explain the reason, or would apologize, did not expect... he asked her not to care?

This is also like the style of purple clothes.

"I am just wondering why the master wants to kiss me..." Mouth, she didn't mean to say this word.

The purple clothes are free and easy, but because of the knowledge, the difference between the mouth and the face, if not between lovers, how can you kiss?

If it is replaced by others, Xiao Yu will give him a slap, but this person is a purple dress, he is wearing a phoenix look, this slap, how to "reward"?

The purple coat coveted her white jade face, the thin lips were slightly open, and the words in her mouth seemed to linger in the scorpion. After a while, the sigh sighed.

"Actually, that kiss..."

Suddenly, murderousness came from all directions.

The purple clothes twitched and hugged Xiao Yu in front of them, and the power went straight to the top. Four cold knives fell on the position where they just stood.

Xiao Yu saw the black man underneath, and his frowning frowned. If the purple clothes were moving fast enough, she and the purple clothes might be sick.

"Who are you?" asked the cold purple.

"The person who wants you to die." One of the black men said.

"To the king's life? The tone is not small, I don't know if there is any ability." Purple clothes with thin lips, demon laughs like nothing.

The purple dress holding Xiao Yu slowly descended from the air, loosening Xiao Yu, he did not know where to change a sword from his hands, said indiscreetly: "Hey, today the king will teach you a set of dog killing method You have to see it."

There are about twenty people in black, all of them are top masters. When they hear the purple clothes, they compare them to "dogs" and suddenly they look like a blue.

"Regent King, you are too mad, even if you martial arts, this seat has twenty-six top masters, also called you blood splashing all over the place." The black man leader Leng Sen stared at Feng Lingran, big palm one Waving, the black man behind him holds the sword in his hand, and he is as fast as a fly to the purple coat.

The black of the purple robes gradually disappeared, replaced by a very cold and strange, a group of black people have come to the front, his hand in the cold sword, the sword is shining, I saw Jianfeng in a strange way The black men who had reached the front of the purple clothes stood still. Soon, they moved, their necks were broken, and their heads rolled on the ground like a ball.

"The first type, rush to kill, do not leave behind."

The words spit out in the mouth of the purple mouth are like the life and death orders of the king.

The black people saw it and trembled, not because of Feng’s cruel killings. They were all people who lived **** daily on the tip of the knife. They knew that they would die one day. Under the sword of others. What surprised them was the martial arts of Feng Lingran. One sword killed several of the top martial arts brothers. How did Feng Lingran do it? What kind of superb is his cultivation and training?

It’s really scary.

Xiao Yu’s mouth was pumped, and this set of killing “dog” swords was too bloody.

If she didn't know that Feng Lingran had already put out the purple clothes, she almost thought that the cruel tyrant she saw was Feng Lingran.

"kill."

The black man suddenly screamed in unison, no matter what a horrible character Feng Lingran, they came to assassinate Feng Lingran today, and have already reported the unsuccessful determination of Chengren.

Feng Ling’s body is like a ghost, and he is killed in a dozen black people. No one can see his swordsmanship. Even the black man who killed him in close quarters will definitely fall in the eye. On the back of Feng Lingran, the next moment, the strange sword light hit, the sword collided, the sound of hoarseness, and the next moment, the body of the black man was penetrated by the sword of Feng Lingran.

The black man did not understand the death, how did Feng Ling kill him?

Although Xiao Yu knows that the purple dress is extremely high, seeing so many martial arts top black people kill him, Xiao Yu’s heart is still very worried, she wants to help the purple clothes, but in the face of so many swords, Xiao Yu hesitates It is not afraid of death, but she has only internal strength, but she does not have much experience in killing the enemy. If it is a slap in the face, it is more unfavorable to the purple clothes.

At this time.

Wan Yuyu ran over and panted, and saw Feng Lingran fighting with the black man, his face changed dramatically.