"Nu, are you bleeding?"

Xiao Yu’s slaves pointed out the bright red flowing out of his fingers, his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and Ming Hao flashed doubts.

Some of the slaves were panicked, and the peach blossoms flashed a little, and said to Xiao Yu’s confused eyes.

"It may be that the slaves stay longer in the dark underground palace, and some are not suitable for soaking in the warm water. Miss, let the slaves go up and look for the palace ladies to serve you to bathe!"

The ear of the slave, at this time also wants to be full of blood, a bright red piece, the face of the demon enchantment is also more red, as if it is steamed red by this water.

Xiao Yu loosened the clothes of the slaves, and was really afraid that "she" would steam in the water.

"Slaves, you sit in the chair above and take a break. I don't need a maid to serve."

The slaves climbed up, all wet, and the clothes were glued to the body. There was also a large pool of water on the ground. He didn't care about it. He wanted to leave the place and wave the picture that shouldn't be in his head.

Hearing Xiao Yu’s voice, he stunned and thought of Xiao Yu’s accompanying him. After a while, Xiao Yan went ashore and changed clothes. The picture went straight to the slave’s brain, and the unparalleled face was redder. Through the tomato, it seems to be able to drip.

In the crack of the finger, it seems that there is a bright red liquid dripping down, dripping in the front squat, blending with the ochre, brilliant and embarrassing.

After a while.

The slaves came back to see the heart, full of bright red blood, he lifted the soaked sleeves, rubbed his nose and wiped the **** reaction.

When the slave came to the chair and just wanted to sit down, he looked down and his chest was flat. The bulging bulging seemed to disappear.

His eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and he looked at Xiao Yu in the pool. She saw her in the pool, raised her arms, and moved her thin fingers in the delicate back neck, washing her round shoulders and butterfly bones.

The slave was dark and the breathing was a little chaotic. He realized that he was doing something. He hurriedly turned his eyes away. The peach blossoms flashed and he was anxious.

Fortunately, Xiao Yu did not find his abnormality.

The slaves saw three sets of new clothes on the side, red, blue and purple, three different colors and styles of clothes. At first glance, they knew that they were placed here to give Xiao Yu a bath and choose the new clothes.

"Miss, the slave is soaked and wants to borrow a dry clothes from you."

When Xiao Yu turned his head, the slave’s arms were already in the hands of a set. Xiao Yu saw two sets on the side, and saw the slave’s nose no longer bleeding, but the face was still very red. She nodded.

"Get off your wet clothes and change them! Don't catch cold." After a pause, Xiao Yu looked at the body of the slave and said: "Just, the clothes that the palace girl prepared for me may be too small, not Know if you can wear it?"

"I will try."

The slave stood up with his clothes, and of course he would not take off his clothes and change clothes in the face of Xiao Yu. He took the clothes and walked behind the screen, which took off his wet robes.

At this time, Xiao Yu was also in the water, and the last layer of cloth wrapped around the body was untied, taken off, and thrown to the edge of the bath. The small hand washed the soft skin like white jade.

After the screen.

The slave licked the flat chest and the sticky stuff. He had a slight brow, raised his hand and slammed it down into the wet robes.

"The emperor is driving..."

The eunuch's sharp voice suddenly sounded.

Xiao Yu and the slaves were shocked.

Xiao Yu turned and looked at the white jade corridor leading to the gate. Ming Hao flashed the tension, and Feng Ling would not come in at this time?

The idea of ​​slavery is similar to that of Xiao Yu. When he reaches for his dry clothes, he sets it on his body.

But...

Xiao Yu’s body is small, and his son is also a head away from the slave. The slaves barely put Xiao Yu’s clothes on his body, but his chest is empty and can’t cover the male color.

That Luo skirt, let alone the slave's waist, almost ruined this piece of Luo skirt, barely put it on, the skirt was placed on his calf, and half was still exposed.

A deep and shallow, steady footsteps came in.

The slaves gathered together and tried to cover the chest, but they couldn’t cover them. When they heard the footsteps getting closer, he directly picked up the drenched coat on the ground and covered them on his chest.

When the slave turned and left, he suddenly ran into a pair of cold black scorpions. The black scorpions, like the two arrows of the thousand-year-old black iron, shot sharply, seemingly to wear his arrows.

In the heart of the slaves, the peach blossoms appeared a little bit of scarlet darkness, pointed fingers, tightly holding the coat in the arms, and the nails gradually grew longer.

The war is on fire.

"French."

A crisp voice came like it, and it seemed to have the power to subtly ignite the war between the two.

When Feng Lingran walked past the slaves, he glanced at the robes in the arms of the slaves. He seemed to see the things stuck on the robes, and the thin lips twitched.

"The next time I also find two good things to put on my body, it is not easy to reveal the stuffing."

The slave babies sank, and Feng Ling actually knew his identity.

"The body of the Queen, have you seen it? Um?"

Feng Ling was on the side of the slave, and asked in a low voice, the tail was prolonged and dangerous.

The slaves suddenly felt that Feng Lingran released a powerful pressure, and his heart was secretly surprised. When Feng Lingran’s cultivation was done, when was it so powerful? Is it because, these days, purple clothes are in his body?

In the brain of the slave, suddenly two words flashed: meditation.

The slave's peach blossoms, amazement: "You and purple clothes are..."

When the words were not finished, the slaves felt a pain in the neck, as if they were stunned by what they were, the phoenix in front of them, their hands hanging on their sides, as if nothing had been done, but the slaves knew clearly that this It’s Feng Ling’s moving hand. He just doesn’t want to be known by Xiao Yu!

The slave, the peach, the scarlet stare at Feng Lingran.

He really didn't think that Feng Lingran's cultivation was such a point.

"Fu Jun, the body of the slave is beautiful?"

Xiao Yu’s voice came again, but it was different from the last time, and there seemed to be a bit of anger.

Feng Lingran glanced at the slave's chest. It was just a glance. Don't open his eyes. The thin lips smirked and laughed: "Is it a taste?"

Eat your big head ghost!

Xiao Yubai took a look at Feng Ling, but it is undeniable that when Feng Ling looked at the slaves, her heart was really uncomfortable. Maybe a slave, her trusted slave, can give her life to protect her slave.

When Feng Ling suddenly removed his sight, the point in Xiao Yu’s heart was uncomfortable and soon disappeared.

Feng Ling’s hand moved slightly, and the slave’s neck was loose, almost fell to the ground, and the voice of Feng Lingran came from the brain.

"The eyes are dug, and you are allowed to stay with your nephew."