Nan Huajun quickly converges on emotions and faintly said: "Your blood can't."

Xiao Yu heard the words, his look was a bit stunned, his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and her blood was not blood? Why not?

Xiao Yu’s heart asks herself over and over again, how hopeful she is, Nanhua Jun can say “walk”, Song Pingyong can be completely cured, and he can stand up.

Xiao Yu was immersed in meditation, and the bright red blood slid down from her fingers, dyed her fingers, like a red silk thread, flowing through the back of her hand. Xiao Yu seemed to have not noticed, standing there, standing out God.

Nanhua Jun looked at her bleeding finger, slightly frowning, her white fingers crushed a medicinal herb, the powder sprinkled on the fingertips of her wounds, and suddenly stopped the blood.

Nan Huajun looked at Xiao Yu deeply and said: "Your blood is very special. Don't let others smell the smell of your blood next time, it will bring disaster to you."

When Nanhua Jun left, he left a spiritual power in Xiao Yu’s palm. He said warmly: "If you are in danger or encounter any trouble, you will crush this spiritual power, I will be very Come to your side."

Yao Wei came out with Xiao Yu and saw that Nan Huajun was so good to Song Yu. Even talking to Xiao Yu was so gentle, Xiao Yu was not drunk, Yao Wei was drunk, and the soul was a little fluttering. Suddenly I felt that Song Wei and Nan Huajun stood together, so it was so good.

This kind of match is not a golden boy and a girl, there is a match between husband and wife, but a kind of natural should be together, Yao Wei suddenly thought of it, eyes bright, perhaps Nanhua Jun is more suitable for Song's brother.

Yao took two people and suddenly felt that Song Hao and Nan Huajun’s nephew were really similar!

After Nanhua Jun left.

Song Auntie came out of the room, and she said to Xiao Yu how to save Song mediocrity.

However, Song Auntie did not dare to delay Xiao Yu’s report to Jiu Sheng, and let Xiao Xiao first report to Jiu Sheng, to see if he can take a few days off with the elders of refining medicine. Come back to take care of Song Pingyong, she went to the holy capital to find Song Yuer.

Song Pingyong became like this. Song Auntie did not believe in others. She only believed in Song.

Xiao Yu didn't go to Jiusheng, but let Yao Yao go to Jiusheng to report, and help her to take a vacation. She can see that whether it is the growth of Jiusheng, or Luoyuan, it is very rare for her. She is going to go a few days late and should be fine.

Yao Wei nodded and understood Song Song. After all, his loved ones are the most important. Although Song Pingyong is not the real father of Song Yu, their feelings for each other are like their own.

"Hey, are you doing this?" Song Auntie worried that it would ruin Song Yu’s future.

"Nothing, mother." Xiao Yu gently appease Song Aunt.

At night, as Xiao Yu guessed, Feng Lingran came here.

Entering her room like a ghost, as if coming to her home, the black scorpion saw the bed in the room, and the woman on the bed, as if she saw her bed and her own woman.

He did not know how to take off his robe, kicked his leather boots, went to bed and put Xiao Yu into his arms, and put his eyes on his back.

Xiao Yu’s hands reached his chest and raised his red face: “Feng Lingran, this is my home, not your home. You can’t sleep like this in the evening. What do you think of me?”

Xiao Yu feels like sleeping with Feng Lingran. He will have an accident sooner or later. He looks up every morning and has a steel bar. Can she not be afraid?

Feng Lingran's faint black scorpion looked at the woman in her arms, her face was red like a half-ripe apple, and her lips were slightly dumb, the eyes of the two clear spirits, the water and the glory, a small appearance of aggrieved.

Feng Lingyan's throat rolled a little, the thin lips were light, and the slender fingers suddenly reached into the clothes from Xiao Yan's waist and went upstream.

Xiao Yu was shocked. He had been very good at sleeping before, and he didn't have a bit of a moment. So, he came to her room and undressed, and she didn't resist it.

She did not resist, but knew the temper of Feng Lingran. Since she came, she must want to sleep with her. Xiao Yu is also afraid of really making trouble. She will quarrel with Song Aunt and Song Pingyong in the next room.

Xiao Yu thought that he wouldn't really treat her, and he would endure it. Just saying that sentence also reminded him not to run to her house every night.

Who knows, no reminder is okay.

This reminder, Feng Lingran...

Xiao Yu blushes his face, grabs his arm and pushes his voice down. He whispers: "Feng Lingran, I can let you sleep in my bed, but you should not be too much."

The phoenix is ​​so deep that the black scorpion is black, and the scent of the scent is like the whirlpool of the night sky, Yinchuan, attracting souls.

Xiao Yu took a breath and suddenly blocked the small mouth by the thin lips he leaned down.

The eyes of Xiao Yu Shui Ling’s eyes were so big that they suddenly woke up. The little hand could not care for his arm and reached his chest. He wanted to push the beast out of bed.

Feng Lingran's chest has muscles, very strong, like an iron wall, how Xiao Yu is pushing, but also can not push.

Feng Ling had a long leg and a cross. The body flipped over and pressed directly on her body, licking the black cockroach, like the black-breasted feathery fretting, brushing her big eyes lightly, Xiao Yu’s eyes were a little itchy. Closed, the body bears the weight of a big man.

Xiao Yu really wants to swear.

Look at your sister!

For a while.

Feng Ling only let her go, her long body, also moved to the side, so that she can smoothly ... gasp.

Xiao Yu’s strength is not enough. The big mouth **** the air, and the brain is also blank. She is seriously deprived of oxygen! Can the brain be blank?

Feng Lingran looked at Xiao Yan’s red-faced gasping expression, and his thin lips rose and he was satisfied.

I don't know when...

When Xiao Yu gasps, the clothes are scattered, and if the skin is snowy, his slender fingers are holding a fluffy tail, and the tip of the tail is wet in the mouth and gently painted on her chest.

When Xiao Yu discovered it, she wanted to give Feng Ling a punch. She quickly picked up the clothes, and the delicate face was red, and the tail was robbed.

"Feng Lingran, you are really enough." Even a fox demon, you have not let go?

Still interested, holding her tail, playing on her chest?

Xiao Yu’s chest was like a sigh of relief, and I thought that Feng Lingran’s animal was very abnormal.

Suddenly.

What happened in Xiao Yu’s brain?

She groaned, and the twilight was a little confused. Why did she suddenly feel that Feng Xiaoran’s movements were familiar?

Is it...

Xiao Yu looked at the face of Feng Ling’s beautiful and beautiful, and murmured: “Feng Lingran, we used to... know?”

At this point, this feeling is so strong, she increasingly felt that she and Feng Ling knew it before she lost her memory.