The purple clothes smashed, and the soft and gentle creep of his thin lips, the faint breath like a trickle, passed to his lips, breathing and intertwined, like a dream, seeing her and Feng Ling kiss, as if Proceed to the ground.

Knowing that this is not right, the purple clothes did not refuse, this subtle feeling is more real than when he was in the body of Feng Lingran, and let his blood boil...

Xiao Yu’s kiss was short-lived, perhaps because of her weakness. She left his thin lips, and her small face leaned against his shoulder and gasped.

The thick feathers of the purple coat are trembled, the black scorpion is flickering, the self-deprecating laughter in the heart, and I think that I am a gentleman, but the same animal as Feng Ling!

The same horrible danger will account for the cheapness of this little fox.

"what?"

Xiao Yu saw that the robes of "Feng Lingran" were dyed red by the dark red blood. She screamed low and saw the wound cut at the waist, and the white legs without the skirt, she was ashamed. The little face is a little hot.

"Don't be afraid, this blood will be released, your injury will be good."

The purple cloak thought that the little fox was scared by the blood flowing out of himself, and explained softly.

Xiao Yu licked his lips, did not speak, stretched out his thin arms, and went fishing for the quilt, but he was hugged by the long arm of the purple coat.

"Hey, don't move, the ribs on your waist have been displaced, and you are acting like this, it will aggravate the injury."

Xiao Yu, ribs shift? How can she hurt so much?

The short whip of Shangguan Yaner has such power? No wonder she was pumped ten lashes and felt painful until she was numb.

The purple dress saw Xiao Yu’s panic, pulled the quilt for her and covered her legs.

Xiao Yu looked up unexpectedly and looked at "Feng Lingran". How did the animal suddenly become so considerate?

The purple blood that came out of her waist turned into a bright red color. The finger clicked on the acupuncture point at her waist. The blood stopped. He took out the medicinal herbs, squeezed it into powder, sprinkled it on her wound, and gently put it on the palm. Yungong sent the powder into her injured flesh.

In this process, the purple clothes cost 30% of the repairs. When I finished the palm, I saw Xiao Xiao’s pale and delicate face. With such a trace of blood, the thin lips of the purple clothes rose slightly, and suddenly felt that for this little fox. The total consumption of 70% is worthwhile.

"Hey, I am going to pick up the ribs for you now, it hurts a bit, you endure it."

Xiao Yan blinked his eyes: "Wu Jun, have you learned medicine with the purple clothes? How do I feel that your medical skills are also very good?"

"Cough..." Purple clothes hold a virtual fist, put it under the nose, and cough twice, saying: "He pointed me over one or two."

The purple clothes are right, he did point out that Feng Lingran one or two, although Feng Ling did not bother.

Xiao Yu was not suspicious, his face was stuck in his arms, and he relied entirely on this man who could make her feel good.

"Yeah." She whispered softly, closing her eyes and motioning that he could start.

"If it hurts, you can bite the shoulder of the husband." He was afraid that she would bite her own lip, this stupid girl.

Xiao Yu opened his eyes, looked up at his head and smiled at him. He shook his head and said, "How can I be willing?"

The purple heart has a slight glimpse, knowing that this is what Feng Lingran said, he is still guilty, her smile is like a flower, the right person is him, isn't it?

The purple clothes also smiled, and the finger flicked her forehead and whispered: "Naughty."

The ribs are the weakest place for people. It is not difficult to pick up. It is not difficult to pick up the ribs. However, Xiao Yu’s waist is seriously injured, and the flesh and blood are not strong enough. This is harder.

Purple clothes can only enter her body with mysterious force, help her bones, so not only costly repair, bone, but also more pain than ordinary bone.

Rubbing!

Xiao Yu took a sip of cold air, just restored a little bloodshot face, and instantly became pale, and a thin layer of cold sweat appeared on his face.

After the two ribs were finished, Xiao Yan was soft, muddy and soft in the arms of the purple coat, with a misty look and a very tired look.

The purple clothes lost nearly 90% of the repairs, and the handsome face was not as good as it was just now. He gently put her on the bed, pulled up the brocade to cover her body, and the big palm was light on her full forehead. Lightly stroked twice, the messy hair was touched by him, and the fine sweat swelled his palm.

Seeing Xiao Xiao's tired eyes, after a moment, breathing evenly, his eyes fell on her biting lips, and the deep sly flickering.

He slowly lowered his head, dropped a kiss on her lips, and tasted it lightly. After he moved away, his finger was on her wet pink lips, and the scented smile laughed.

"The little child, you are the first to be a teacher, but the teacher is just to come back. Now we are even."

Say it!

The purple robes shook his head and muttered to himself: "It’s been a long time in Feng Ling’s body, and it’s really a growing animal and shameless.”

......

The purple clothes walked out of the dormitory, and the hilarity and the nobles at the door saw it, and looked slightly, bowed his head and did not dare to scream.

"Little seven."

His hands were behind him, and the low voice was against the air.

Xiaoqi suddenly appeared, and the sword wounded in the body, scared the joy and the child jumped, almost thought that he was a ghost.

The purple coat swept the sword of Xiaoqi’s body and gave a slight eyebrow. “It’s really useless, can it be hurt like this?”

He fingered a medicinal herb and fell into the palm of Xiaoqi.

Xiaoqi’s heart is somewhat puzzled, and the beautiful baby face smiles: “Thank you for your medicine.”

After he swallowed, he felt that the wound on his body was not so painful, and the wound seemed to heal slowly. He was shocked in his heart and looked at "Feng Lingran" incredibly.

"Where is Shangguan Yaner?"

Purple clothes and small seven nonsense, low voice mixed with cold anger.

"Small seven brought her back to the dungeons of the palace."

Shangguan Yaner had the last breath left. Xiaoqi did not dare to make his own claim. He killed the vicious woman of Shangguanyan, and fortunately brought her into the palace. If not, now the master asked him, he still does not know how to make a difference?

Dungeon.

When the purple clothes went in, I saw a sneaky person in the cell of Shangguanyan.

The man saw "Feng Lingran" and Xiaoqi, and took a jump. It is impossible to leave with Shangguan Yaner.

The cold voice of the purple clothes laughed and said: "Wan Wanyu, your life is really big enough, the deity makes Xiaoqi leave you on the cliff, you are not dead. Since it is here today, it will leave your life." ”

Wan Yuyu was caught in a shape, knowing that he could not save Shangguanyan children, even his own, and he would not be able to leave alive.

"You are not Feng Lingran I know, he will not be so cruel to me and Yan."

The purple coat raised his hand, and Xiaoqi stepped forward to open the door of the cell. He looked at Wan Yuyu's eyes with some strangeness. It seems that Wan Yuyu, who knows nothing about life and death, would do such stupid things.

The purple coat came in, and the black scorpion who was disappointed with the tens of thousands of feathers said: "You are wrong, who hurts his beloved little fox, who will be cruel to him. Wan Yuyu, since you are here, the deity Let me see what it is called... cruel."

Wan Yuyu saw "Feng Lingran" kneeling beside Shangguan Yan'er, and he was in a hurry: "Yan's heart has been damaged, Feng Lingran, what do you want?"

Xiaoqi reached out and touched the acupuncture point of Wan Yuyu. The baby face came to him and smiled and said: "Yu Gongzi, Xiaoqi thinks that you have a lot of nonsense. Do you want to cut your tongue?"

Wan Yu Yu Qi Jie: "You..."

Xiaoqi’s finger suddenly pressed against his lips and lowered his voice: “The master is very angry now, you better still talk less subtle.”

Wan Yuyu still wants to say something. He was dumb at seven o'clock, his mouth was one by one, and his mouth was silent.

The purple coat bounced a medicinal herb into the mouth of Shangguanyan's mouth, and the entrance was instant. After a while, Shangguan Yaner woke up, with some blurred vision, and saw the beautiful face in front of her eyes, gradually becoming clearer.

"Feng brother..."

Purple clothes smiled at her, and the cold voice asked: "Tell me, who gave you a short whip?"

Shangguan Yan's heart was shocked, and the dagger was still inserted on it. After a burst of pain, she pulled her reason back. Her face was pale and her body was cold.

"You are coming to revenge for Xiao Yan's monk? Feng brother, I will not tell you, I will not tell you when I die, he promised me, as long as I follow what he said, he will help me remove Xiao. Look at the monk, I listened to his instructions, I did it. After I died, he would kill Xiao Yu for me, revenge for me, hahaha..."

Wan Yuyu looked at the mad Shangguan Yaner, but she did not expect to say such words from her mouth.

He knows that she hates Xiao Yu, but she has not promised him, not to find Xiao Yan revenge? Why is she... Why do you have to do such extreme things?

Wan Yuyu’s heart was cold. When Feng Xiaoran knew Xiao Xiao’s little fox, he wanted to use her blood to save the phoenix. Feng Lingran almost turned against him. Shangguan Yan’s now hates Xiao Yu, United Others want to kill Xiao Yu. How can Feng Lingran let her go?

The purple singer's black cockroach flashed through the cold dark light, his fingers moved slightly, and his heart was angry. He almost lost his hand and killed the vicious woman of Shangguan Yaner.

"Don't you say that?" In the hands of the purple clothes, I didn't know where to make a small hammer made of silver. The devil said coldly: "When the deity just healed the little fox, she found that she had broken two ribs on her body, who hurt her, the deity. I want to get back from whom."

The small silver hammer was knocked twice on the ribs of Shangguan Yaner, rubbing the sound of the break. This hammer infused the mysterious gas. When knocking down, if the needle was stuck on the bone marrow of Shangguanyan, it was painful. It was ten times more painful than when she interrupted Xiao Yu's ribs.

"what!"

Shangguan Yan's miserable screams, his mouth overflowing with blood, he is her beloved man! In order to Xiao Yan that monk, she was so cruel to her.