"Lust, you..."

Wan Yuyu was disappointed with the eyes of Shangfeng. He didn't care about this. He cares about Feng Lingran's body. The cold poison is not removed, and the silver needle is forcibly forced. The infuriating will be reversed and it will be out of control.

Xiao Yu’s pale face is close to transparency, and she is confused. She feels that someone has pulled the silver needle on her wrist. She rubbed her eyelids, chaotic, and could not see anything. The eyelids were heavy and she hanged. Into the boundless coma.

From the sunset, the moon rose.

The little **** the bed closed her eyes, the pale face was like a fragile crystal doll, and the long, slightly curled feather eyelashes cast two shadows under the eyelids, which made people feel distressed.

Feng Lingran sat on the edge of the bed, his robes were neat, his slender fingers stretched out, and his fingertips were placed on the pale cheeks of the little girl, gently rubbing.

It’s been two days, this little fox hasn’t woken up yet, how long does she have to sleep?

Feng Lingran black and sometimes gentle, sometimes cold, what happened on that day, still in front of him, let his heart tremble. I can't imagine what would happen if he didn't force the silver needle at the time?

Her blood all flowed into his body, and now she would be a cold body.

Feng Lingran's heart, like a sharp acupuncture tie, he was black and chilly, and his body exudes a strong suffocation, his fingers trembled a little.

When Feng Ling closed his eyes and opened it again, he had already converged his anger and looked at the little girl who was sleeping on the bed.

He leaned down his face, gently kissed her lips without blood, printed his breath, thin lips left, reluctantly, and kissed. The black scorpion is slightly stunned. The lips of this little fox are really soft. If she is not awake now, he will want more...

Feng Ling did not continue, raised his handsome face, and his breath was chaotic. He looked at the little man on the bed and got up and left Xiao Yu’s room.

After he left, he did not see...

The moonlight outside the window enters the room, and Xiao Xiao’s eyebrows emerge from a sacred white petal, and the moonlight becomes a strange arc, which is absorbed by the petals of the moon.

Until the sky is getting brighter, the moonlight fades, and the sorrowful petals of Xiao Xiao’s eyebrows are hidden from the holy white light, completely disappearing into Xiao’s eyebrows.

When the morning rose, everything recovered, and the birds screamed at the branches, which was a wonderful day.

The little girl's long eyelashes on the bed trembled, awakened from her sleep, slowly opened, and saw someone standing by her bed, Xiao Xiao blinked and her eyes gradually clear.

"Slaves? How come you?"

Xiao Yu’s body moved, and she stood up, her head was a little dizzy, and she frowned.

"slower."

The slave hurriedly reached out to help Xiao Yu, feeling that she had little strength in her body. The slaves raised a wrath in their hearts and helped Xiao Xiao to sit on the bed and lean back in his arms.

"Miss is really a mess, put so much blood to save the phoenix."

Xiao Yu raised his finger, pointed at the temple, and licked it, it seemed to be a headache.

"Miss, what's wrong with you? Is the head hurting? The slaves help you."

The slave was very intimate, and took her finger away. The thumb of his two thumbs was stuck on her temple, and the weight was pressed.

Xiao Yu did not refuse, and the head of the pillow was enjoyed in his arms. Since the slaves already knew that Feng Lingran is now, the slaves did not like Feng Lingran very much. She did not want to mention this matter with the slaves. This time she lost too much blood, I did not know how to stun for a few days, the slave son is a temper, afraid of hating the death of Feng Lingran, want to kill after the fast.

Xiao Yu slightly closed his eyes and thought of Feng Lingran and the slaves. She did have a headache. She did not want them to hurt each other.

After a while.

Xiao Yu opened her eyes, raised her hand, and gently took the hand of the slave. She looked up and looked at the fascinating face that was close at hand. She found that the face of the slave had recovered her originality, and she was slightly shocked.

"Nu, what is the injury on your body?"

The slave nodded, but his face was not very good looking.

Xiao Yu saw the face of the slaves who were not happy, but there was a different feeling in the heart. So when she was in a coma, was Feng Lingran taking the medicinal herbs of the purple clothes and giving them to the slaves?

Feng Lingran this proud, really is...

Xiao Yu’s eyes were clear and the waves were clear. Some of her hearts were happy. She couldn’t help but look outside the door. Some wondered, where is Feng Ling’s now?

......

In the inn under the valley.

Just as Long Yu looked at the little ginseng tied by the silk in his hand, its ginseng was screaming at him and seemed to be screaming to let him let go.

If you didn't promise the younger brother, wait for "he" to divide the little ginseng, and let it lie under his eyelids?

Just as Long Yu thought that it was as clean as jade, but the beautiful boy, his twilight gradually warmed up, and the thin lips rose slightly, as if the man was in front of him at the moment.

咚, 咚, 咚.

The sound of knocking on the door shattered the illusion of Long Yu, who was very cold and frowned: "Come in."

A few brothers in Yuanqing alone, and Mei Yier came in alone.

"Big brother, we have been waiting for this broken inn for several days. Since the stinky boy does not come, why should we continue to wait? Is he not going for five or ten years, we have to wait for so long?"

Sitting alone on the wooden chair in Yuanqing's big thorns, this time, he really didn't understand his big brother. How did he recognize the brother with the slick boy and wait for the kid here? Isn't that kid who has eaten medicine for his eldest brother?

"Second brother, what are you anxious? Big brother doing this, his own big brother's plan." Single in the singer's slap in the water, the charming smile.

"Merce, what are you mixing? You should not look at the kid, want to take him away?"

"Second brother, you..." Single Meier was poked, and the beautiful girl screamed at Yuan Qing, snorted and said: "The kid now recognizes his brother with his older brother. He is willing to leave with us. I believe that my older brother will be willing."

What happened to her boy? No one in this world has ignored her beauty like the stupid boy. She has a kind of conquering the kid.

It’s also very clear that Meier’s heart is clear. There are a few brothers in the family. Everything is a big brother’s final decision. As long as the big brother promises, this matter will become.

Single Meier looked at Long Yu, and her heart was a little nervous and she had some expectations.

Suddenly Yunfeng suddenly said: "Merce, my little brother advised you not to think about the kid. The kid is too bad. If he is brought back, he will only kill him."

The top experts here have gone to their continent and they may not survive.

When he heard the proposal of Mei Yier alone, he also moved his heart slightly. Now, he dismissed the thought of leaving with Xiao Yu.

Then a beautiful teenager who looks good, it is difficult to not attract the attention of others. He can't harm his brother.

"After three days, three days later, if he does not come, we will leave."

When Meierer heard the words of Long Yu, she was disappointed in her heart and did not speak again. No one could change the things decided by her brother.

Just what Yunfeng seemed to think of, suddenly said: "Yesterday, I seem to see the second son of Helian, who seems to be looking for someone?"

I was surprised by the dragonfly in the dragon, and soon recovered calm. I said faintly: "The Helian people are weird in these years, don't go over their idle things."

......

Valley.

When Feng Ling heard Xiao Xiao woke up, he rushed back to the room and saw Xiao Yu relying on the slave's arms. His handsome face instantly went cold. He followed the Qin Guan who came in to see this scene. Well, before Feng Ling did not get angry, he ran over and pulled the slave from Xiao Yu’s back.

The slave is naturally unwilling. He is not afraid of Feng Lingran. Don't think that it is a medicinal herb. Let him be grateful to Feng Lingran. It is the remedy for the refining of purple clothes. He wants to be grateful and will only appreciate the purple clothes. Not the man in front of him.

"Nu, you go out with Qin Daren."

Xiao Yu was really afraid that the two men would fight in her room and talk to the slaves.

"Miss..."

What the slaves still want to say, seeing Xiao Yu shaking his head, he swallowed his words and walked out with Qin Guan.

Out of the door, the slaves opened Qin's hand and said coldly: "Don't touch me."

Qin Guan's rough face was red and he didn't want to anger the slave. He said, "Well, I don't touch you, slave girl."

The slave pupa flashed blood red, staring at Qin Guan, Qin Guan scalp numb, and realized that he said that the slave did not like to listen, he hurriedly changed his mouth, whispered.

"The slave son, the son..."

The slaves took back the sight of the monks and strode away.

Qin Guansong breathed a sigh, and he sighed hard. What did he create?

In the room.

Feng Lingran took out a brand new white coat from the closet and walked over to the bed. He looked at Xiao Yu with black eyes, and the color was mild. When the line of sight touched the white and snowy coat on her body, the bottom flashed over. cold.

Xiao Yu looked at the jacket in the hands of Feng Lingran, knowing that his Jie Jie disease had committed another crime: "You put the clothes down, I will change."

Feng Ling was so rare that he didn’t lose his temper and smiled softly: “When you wake up, your body is weak, and it’s hard work to change clothes, or I’ll wait for you!”

Xiao Yu's exquisite little face is red, can really pull, change clothes is also a hard work? He obviously wants to take advantage of her.

Feng Lingran sat on the edge of the bed, put the cloak in his hand aside, slender fingers pulled the lacing of her coat, and rubbed his fingertips on the hem, slowly fading...

The exquisite clavicle is beautiful, the shoulders are round, and the white beauty of the skin appears in front of Feng Lingran.

Xiao Yu’s slender feathers are slightly trembled, his fingers gradually tighten the quilt, his chest is a little ups and downs, and his mind is blank...

Is it because he is gentle and wants to smile? Or because of his gentle movements? But it is undeniable that his "serving" has made her feel at ease.

Feng Lingran, the regent king on the high, is waiting for her.

The cloak was half-fat, Xiao Yu’s chest was cold and chilly. When she heard Feng Ling’s heavy breathing, she immediately returned to God, grabbed the quilt, and covered it with a pair of round, black-painted eyes exposed outside the quilt. Feng Fengran.

"I change it myself."

She didn't want to wake up, she was eaten and wiped.