This Lord is Too Cruel: 026 Don’t bite the Lord? Still waiting for the Lord to bite you?

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Male color: "Master" is too cruel, 026 won't bite him? Still waiting for the Lord to bite you?

Feng Aotian’s phoenix eyes kept staring at Leng Qianye’s pupils, and heard him groan, biting his lips, the faint smell of blood filled the lips, she used the tip of her tongue to The blood from his thin lips was added to his mouth without any leakage, and there was a sweet smell of snow lotus, which was very sweet and very good. Shu Chi Wuyan

Leng Qianye did not expect that he would be snatched by her for the first kiss in his life. Moreover, he is still an out-and-out man. It is a pity that he has no martial arts and cannot withstand her restraint, otherwise , He would definitely kill her, and for the first time, a touch of killing aura flashed through his thin eyes, a lotus-like breath that did not stain the dust, followed by a touch of cold, which was daunting.

Of course, Feng Aotian didn't avoid any of his expressions. It seems that he has to know how to resist?

Leng Qianye looked sideways, not looking at the people who are now acting recklessly on him, he could not die, but he could not bear such humiliation, his heart fell into torment, and the strength of his arm was loosened slightly, he tried his best He flicked his arms and turned his waist, pressing Feng Aotian who was sitting on him under him, lowered his head, his eyes were condensed with murderous intent, coupled with this dusty face that was as pale as Huayue, and his bones revealed The killing fell decisively and completely was released.

Feng Aotian stared at him. This was the second time he looked at her so seriously. Bishi saw her more intriguingly. She seemed to ignore the killing intent she had shot at her, and was not irritated. He didn't take any action to subdue him, but let him clamp his wrists, and a wicked smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, watching him.

"Why? Want to bite the Lord?" Feng Aotian licked the corners of his mouth, staring at his pale, colorless lips that became shiny because of her licking, and his indifferent eyes were more indifferent than usual. , Nowadays, it is even more refined and beautiful.

Leng Qianye stared at Feng Aotian coldly. In the past two years, apart from trying her best to torture him, she has never treated him so badly and verbally towards him. This is the one that disgusts him and disdains him. Feng Aotian?

Feng Aotian didn’t hear him say a word from the beginning to the end, except for hearing a sigh of * just now, but she was not in a hurry. Such a temperamental person is like a The fine wine that has been in the dust for a long time, the longer the time, the more mellow the taste will be.

"Don't bite your master? Or wait for your master to bite you?" Feng Aotian raised his head cheeky, and swiped across the corner of his mouth, staring at the bite marks on the white, jade-like neck. , Still bleeding now, she tilted her head slightly, sliding the tip of her tongue over the blood mark on her neck, adding the blood stain to her mouth.

Leng Qianye's figure trembled for no reason, then she let go, left her body, got up, turned her back to her, no longer looked at her, but no one had noticed that he was ethereal as a fairy Under the temperament, that flash of drunkenness.

Feng Aotian got up in time, with both palms hard, palms seemed to condense the spiritual energy of the essence of heaven and earth, pushing towards Leng Qianye, the whole cell was shaking, and he also brought Father Feng, who was waiting 300 meters away. I felt a kind of vibration that broke the ground.

The people in other cells were even more frightened, curled up, and the hay on the ground rolled up the storm with a gust of wind. This was the first time I saw this scene.

The tables and chairs in the cell have been suspended in mid-air with Feng Aotian’s internal force, and Leng Qianye’s body was also impacted into the air by internal force. His whole body was covered with a layer of white mist, and he only had one in the clouds. Obscene trousers, the skin-skinned body is even more illusory.

Feng Aotian's generous robe rises due to his internal strength, and his handsome face seems to have experienced the disturbances of the world. Like thousands of graces, it embodies the most powerful power in the world, heavy loads If it is not for a person with deep internal strength, it is difficult to do so.

The father-in-law Feng stared at the cell in a puzzled manner, thinking to himself, what happened to the master? How could he use his internal strength to help Leng Qianye recover his skills? Is she not afraid that Leng Qianye will resume martial arts and openly confront her?

Thinking of this, he lifted his footsteps, took a step forward, and then thought that the master must have a plan to do this. If he rushed away like this, wouldn't it be worse to ruin the master's good deeds?

The damp and cold dungeon, now the Buddha is hellish and terrifying. The prisoners in the jail are all trembling with fright, wishing to die immediately, and don’t want to live like this day by day. The day of death.

After a long time, Feng Aotian gradually withdrew her internal strength, the tables and chairs in the cell "bang" and fell to the ground, smashed to pieces, she spun around and took Leng Qianye, who was about to fall, into her arms , The sky turned around, Leng Qianye leaned weakly in her arms, raised her eyes, and stared at her cold face. Those phoenix eyes that were as cold as the cold pool, but with incomparably clear essence, there was nothing like this. It hit his dusty heart symptomatically.

With both feet landing, Feng Aotian embraced his firm waist, took off his robe, put it on his body, and flew away from the dungeon.

Seeing that his master loves flying today, and he likes to take a man to fly, the right one is Mu Hanjin, and now it is Leng Qianye, and all of them are difficult masters. Headache, an old face changed countless looks, turned around, and followed out of the dungeon without looking back.

In the study, Mu Hanjin looked at the memorials intently, with no distractions. The fingers of the pen paused for a while, staring at the finger with indifferent eyes, a strange emotion flashed across, and a sneer flashed between his gentle eyebrows. , Continue to be busy with business.

A cold wind blew, Feng Aotian flew into the bedroom with Leng Qianye's body, moving very lightly, but still did not escape Mu Hanjin's keen ears in the study, he put down Zhubi, stayed, and walked out of the study. I saw two figures walking towards the inner room.

His footsteps are extremely light, but he walks very heavy step by step. His thin body is reflected in the snow-white robe. He is very familiar with the figure, and there is a faint anxiety in his heart, for fear of seeing what he does not want to see thing.

Feng Aotian put Leng Qianye on the bed and covered him with a thin quilt. While probing his pulse, he did not turn his eyes, but said, "Han Jin, come in."

Mu Hanjin's heart sank, and she replied in a low voice, "Yes." As she said, she bowed her head and walked into the inner room, slowly approaching the side of the bed, raising her eyes slightly, waiting to see Leng Qianye on the bed , Now lying weakly, there is a faint flash of light in his indifferent eyes, it seems that he has guessed it, and can't help feeling sad for Leng Qianye.

Feng Aotian stretched out her hand and touched Mu Hanjin's icy fingers hidden and curled slightly in her sleeves. With a wave of her sleeves, the box on the sandalwood table not far away was sucked into her palm. She took a white from the box. The Bi porcelain bottle was taken out and placed in Mu Hanjin's palm, "I put the medicine on him, and he is not allowed to leave any scars on his body."

Mu Hanjin stared at the medicine bottle she placed in her palm, but a thousand waves arose in her heart. When he was startled, Feng Aotian had already got up and walked into the study room, "After finishing, come here. Accompany you."

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