Feng Aotian's phoenix eyes were always staring at Leng Qianye without looking at his pupils. Hearing him let out a groan, he bit his lips tightly, the lips were filled with a faint smell of blood, and she used the tip of her tongue to thin his lips. The blood on it was added into his mouth without a trace, and there was a sweet taste of snow lotus, very sweet, very good, very good.
Leng Qianye never expected that he would be robbed of his first kiss by her in this way, and he was still an uncompromising man. It's a pity that he has no martial arts, so he can't resist her restraint, otherwise, he will definitely Will kill her, the thin eyes flashed a chilling air for the first time, such as the lotus-like aura that is not stained with fine dust, followed by a touch of cold, which is daunting.
Of course Feng Aotian didn't avoid any of his expressions. It seemed that he knew how to resist
Leng Qianye looked sideways, ignoring the people who are acting recklessly on him now, he can't die, but he can't stand such humiliation, and his heart is in torment. With a flick of his arm and a turn of his waist, he pressed Feng Aotian, who was sitting on him, under him, lowered his head, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent. With this pale face like Huayue, there was murder in his bones. Decisively and completely released.
Feng Aotian met his eyes. This was the second time he looked at her so seriously. It was even more intriguing than seeing her just now. She seemed to ignore the killing intent he shot at her. He subdued him, but allowed him to clamp his wrist, with an evil smile on his mouth, watching him.
"What? You want to bite the father?" Feng Aotian licked the corner of his mouth, staring at his pale thin lips that became shiny due to her licking, and his indifferent eyes were also more indifferent than usual. It is even more refined and out of the world, and it is beautiful and incomparable.
Leng Qianye looked at Feng Aotian coldly. In the past two years, in addition to trying her best to torture him, she has never treated him like this, and she has never treated him like this. God
Feng Aotian didn't hear a single word from him, except for the faint groan that he had just made, but she was not in a hurry, a person with such a temper was like a jar of dust. The longer the time is, the more mellow the taste will be.
"Don't bite the master? Or wait for the master to bite you?" Feng Aotian raised his head cheekily, and slid across the corner of his mouth, staring at the bite mark on the neck that was as white as jade. Bleeding, she turned her head slightly, and the tip of her tongue slid across the blood mark on her neck, adding the blood to her mouth.
Leng Qianye's body trembled for no reason, then he let go of her, left her body, got up, turned his back to her, and stopped looking at her, but no one noticed that under his ethereal temperament, That flash of drunkenness.
Feng Aotian got up in a hurry, his palms exerted force, the palms seemed to condense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and pushed towards Leng Qianye, the whole cell was shaking, and even Eunuch Feng who was waiting 300 meters away felt it A shattering vibration.
The detainees in the other cells were even more frightened, curled up, and the hay on the ground was swept up by a gust of wind. This was the first time I had seen such a scene.
The tables and chairs in the cell were already suspended in the air by Feng Aotian's internal force, and Leng Qianye's body was also impacted into the air by the internal force. A layer of white mist shrouded his body, and he was wearing only a pair of obscene trousers. The skin-like body looked even more ethereal.
Feng Aotian's large robes rose due to the internal force and the wind, and his handsome face seemed to have experienced the disturbances of the world. It is difficult for people with deep inner strength to do this.
Eunuch Feng stared at the cell in confusion, thinking to himself, what's wrong with the master? How could he use his internal strength cultivation base to help Leng Qianye recover his skills? Isn't she afraid that Leng Qianye will resume martial arts and openly confront her
Thinking of this, he raised his footsteps, took a step forward, and then thought, Master must have a plan for doing this. If he rushed out like this, wouldn't it be even worse to ruin Master's good thing
The damp and cold dungeon is now like hell, and it is extremely terrifying. The prisoners in the prison are all shivering with fright. .
After a long time, Feng Aotian gradually pulled back her inner strength. The table and chairs in the cell fell to the ground with a bang and shattered. She turned around and took Leng Qianye, who was about to fall, into her arms. Leng Qianye leaned weakly in her arms, raised his eyes and stared at her cold face, those phoenix eyes that were as cold as a cold pool, but revealed an incomparably clear essence. into his dusty heart.
With his feet on the ground, Feng Aotian embraced his sturdy waist, took off his robe, put it on his body, and flew out of the dungeon.
Eunuch Feng saw that his master liked flying today, and he liked to fly with men. He was Mu Hanjin, and now he was Leng Qianye. Moreover, each of them was a difficult master, and he couldn't help but have a headache. Zhang Lao's face changed countless expressions, turned around, and followed out of the dungeon without looking back.
In the study, Mu Hanjin was critically reviewing the memorial, with no distractions, his finger paused slightly, his indifferent eyes stared at that finger, a wisp of abnormal emotion flashed across his gentle eyebrows, and he continued to work. business.
A gust of cold wind blew, and Feng Aotian took Leng Qianye's body and flew into the bedroom, moving very lightly, but he still did not escape Mu Hanjin's keen ears in the study. The two figures walked towards the inner room.
His footsteps were extremely light, but his steps were extremely heavy. The snow-white robe reflected his thin body. Because of the figure he was very familiar with, he felt a little uneasy in his heart, for fear of seeing things he didn't want to see.
Feng Aotian put Leng Qianye on the bed and covered him with a thin blanket. While checking his pulse, he did not turn his eyes, but said, "Han Jin, come in."
Mu Hanjin's heart sank, and he replied in a low voice, "Yes." After speaking, he walked into the inner room with his head lowered, slowly approached the side of the bed, raised his eyes slightly, and waited to see Leng Qianye on the bed, now weak Lying on the ground, a stream of light flashed in his indifferent eyes, and it seemed that he had guessed it, and he couldn't help feeling sad for Leng Qianye.
Feng Aotian stretched out his hand and touched the cold fingers that Mu Hanjin hid and curled slightly in his sleeve. With a wave of his sleeve, the box on the sandalwood table not far away was sucked into her palm, and she took a white porcelain bottle from the box. He came out and put it in Mu Hanjin's palm, "Put the medicine on him, and don't leave any scars on his body."
Mu Hanjin stared at the medicine bottle that she put in the palm of his hand, but a thousand waves were stirred in his heart, when he was stunned, Feng Aotian had already got up and walked into the study, "After you're done, come and accompany you. "
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Haha... Lemon is very diligent, O(∩_∩)O~, it's even more early today! Passion is more rippling
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Thank you, Qin Nai Da Oo Xianfen Lian'er oO and Yan Ruochun for the flowers, alright!