Xiao Yu walked over and made the watermelon-sized squatting up. She just squatted into her arms and put a hard chest on her back. Someone hugged her from behind, holding tight, hard chest squeezed. Her back seemed to be pulling her into her chest.

Xiao Yu smelled the familiar cold fragrance of the man. She didn't struggle, twisted her head, and looked at Feng Lingran with some strange looks. The watery scorpion snorted, as if she didn't understand much. He suddenly became so nervous. What did she do?

She is very good!

"What happened to you?" Xiao Yu asked. Looking closely, I found Feng Ling's handsome face, some white, as if I had experienced a terrible battle.

Xiao Yu frowned. She didn't think that Feng Ling was fighting with the fire, but she thought of Shen Mo core.

At the bottom of Xiao Yu, the light of the anger was flashing, and it moved slightly, looking at the past.

Suddenly.

His head pressed down and she put a small, cold lips on her mouth.

Xiao Yu’s surprised eyes of the Qingling spirit felt his crazy kiss, like a predator, caught a rare prey and swallowed her.

Ever since she came to the Holy Land, she has been too angry with him. He hasn’t kissed her so rudely for a long time.

Still in front of so many people.

Xiao Yu can hardly breathe. She didn't blame him in her heart, but she was puzzled. The watery eyes glared at the handsome face that was close at hand, and could not see his expression, only to feel his plunder and tension.

Xiao Yan’s thought flashed through her mind. Is she in the sea of ​​fire, he thought she was burned to death by fire?

It looks like the dragon is being popped up for a while, and sadly thinks that she is going to die.

At that time, although Xiao Yu could not be secret with Longlong, her gods could still feel the sadness and sorrow of the dragon's heartbreaking heart.

The purple clothes look a little weird. He doesn't open his eyes. The face of the fairy is red, the roots are red, and the red is hot.

Feng Lingran is so frivolous and his little disciples, it really does not matter.

The purple dress has opinions on Feng Lingran, but this opinion is untenable at all. He and Feng Lingran are one and the same. He clearly knows how nervous Xiao Ran is.

He is afraid of losing Xiao Yu.

Therefore.

Feng Lingran will ask such a violent, even forgot, he can also feel ... cough.

Shen Mo core, Ouyang Changming, the dead and others only think... spicy eyes.

Xiaoqi was happy and relieved when he saw that Xiao Yu was fine. He looked down on his toes with great interest.

Only Feng Shaoqi was the most unfamiliar, and he looked at his brother and kissed his nephew.

Longlong is very accustomed to Feng Lingran doing this kind of thing to Xiao Yu.

And.

This kind of thing, it has seen more in the sky, its owner is already very good, only Feng Ling is a man.

There is a lot of men in the **** of heaven!

"I really don't know how to be ashamed." Ouyang Changming couldn't help but swear. In his mind, only the slutty women in the brothel would kiss the man outside.

Obviously.

Xiao Yu was labeled as a debauchery by Ouyang Changming, and she was the same as the shameless brothel woman.

Shen Moxin's beautiful blush, and I agree with Ouyang Changming's words, she looks at the "Nanhua Jun", and now "South China Jun" should always know, Xiao Yu is a woman who is kneeling!

When I saw the look of "South China Jun".

Shen Mia’s eyebrows are slightly wrinkled, and “Nanhua Jun” should be disgusting and disgusting. He should not blush.

When Shen Mo core could not understand.

Ouyang Changming waved his hand, and the dead men jumped into the sea of ​​fire without fire, surrounded Xiao Yu and Feng Lingran.

Ouyang Changming couldn't understand the two people who interrupted the kiss: "Xiao Yu, hand over the fire and the Ding, and when we leave, how do you want to mess with the man, don't smear our eyes here."