There are thirty-five wisdom roots, which means that the seventh lady of the Feng family now has a total of forty-four wisdom roots and eighty-eight true energy. No wonder she was lying on the cold bed just now, and her body seemed to be about to be real.
It's like tearing it apart.
An ordinary person only has one to three wisdom roots, but she actually has forty-four ones? It is dozens of times that of an ordinary person.
Feng Zhilou was shocked. On his pink little face, his beautiful eyes were wide open, and there was a look of confusion inside. What was going on? Didn’t he say that he would give out nine more items? How could it be multiple?
Chu Moshang gasped slightly, and white frost spurted out of his mouth. Feng Zhilou wanted to question the words, but when she saw this scene, she stopped. She quickly stepped forward and asked anxiously.
"What’s wrong with you?"
She held his hand, which was as cold as ice. In twelve hours, he had already endured the ice to the limit.
"Your true energy triggered the cold marrow here, getting colder and colder."
As he spoke, his lips had changed color. He thought that Chu Moshang's physique could not resist the sudden change of coldness. The limit of coldness had reached here.
"Crack!" The palace walls broke freeze, forming a long crack.
"Dragon Ball? I have to return your Dragon Ball, you will be frozen to death." Feng Zhilou gently rubbed his hands and his arms, but his heat seemed to be unable to transfer to him at all. The only way,
Just give him the dragon ball.
Chu Moshang looked up at Zhilou's nervous expression, and a hint of comfort appeared in his eyebrows. He really had no strength, and the cold invaded his heart and lungs.
Losing the Dragon Ball, he lost more than half of his combat power, so how could he resist the cold air that made the palace freeze.
Silently, he nodded.
Chu Moshang agreed, but Zhilou was in trouble. How could she return the dragon ball to him in her body?
"Why should I return the dragon ball to you?" she asked with her eyes down.
"You know." He was still standing there, his eyes were deep and hazy, and quietly fell on her lips. How she obtained the dragon ball, she would return it.
The soaking of the cold bed made Zhilou's lips pink and tender, like the fragrant peach petals.
Chu Moshang's words made Feng Zhilou lower his eyes, but when his eyes touched his arms exposed outside his sleeves, the pale touch made her frightened. Her feet unconsciously took a step, and she stood at him.
In front of him, he tiptoed gently, raised his neck, and kissed him on his lips.
His lips were so cold, but the moment he touched her, she could still feel a little warmth. This warmth was not his, but from Zhilou's heart.
The tall and stalemate body shook slightly, and he almost forgot the purpose of absorbing the dragon ball.
"Dragon Ball..." A slight sound came from her lips, and her extremely beautiful eyes stared into Chu Moshang's eyes, as if she wanted to see through his soul.
Chu Moshang then regained his calmness, held Zhilou's shoulder with both hands, bent down, and grabbed her lips with force. The golden beads slowly flew out of Zhilou's mouth and penetrated into his lips and teeth.
Soon, the Dragon Ball played a role, and his face gradually recovered, but his hands did not let go. The two of them maintained a posture of lips connecting and staring at each other.
What he saw in her eyes was a hint of pure beauty, innocence and obsession.
A feeling of embarrassment made him nowhere to hide......
"It's time for us to leave." Chu Moshang suddenly let go of her shoulders, avoiding her gaze, and his breathing was no longer so smooth.
Losing strong support, her body fell down, her lips rubbed against his chin, and her hair rippled on his shoulders.
Feng Zhilou came back to her senses in a daze, savoring the smell on her lips. Although she was reluctant to give up, she still wanted to give up. Suddenly she smiled, and the smile was very light, but it made people feel inexplicably distressed.
It was time to go back. She returned to the Chu Mansion and he returned to Princess Li Luo.
Without the dragon ball, coupled with the loneliness of her mood, the cold air around her was approaching. Ice crystals quickly formed on her fingertips and spreading upwards quickly along her arms.
"We must leave here immediately." Chu Moshang held Zhilou's hand and walked out of the palace.
"etc......."
Although the surroundings were cold and the body was stiff, Zhilou was still insisting. She knew that after leaving here, he and she would part ways. I want to see him next time, I don’t know when it was, maybe after he went back,
She would marry Li Luo. By that time, even if she saw him, she would not be so close, and could only look from afar.
Although this palace is cold, it is the only place where she can be alone with him.
Chu Moshang looked at the white gradually emerging from Zhilou's willow eyebrows, and his expression became urgent.
"Now is not the time to speak, I have to take you out of Hantan."
"But I have something to ask you, even if I freeze to death here, I'm willing to do it." Zhilou pursed his lips and suppressed the grievance in his heart. He asked her for endlessly overnight. Didn't he have no feelings for her? She offered him a gift.
It is not only a virgin body, but also a heart of Miss Fengqi.
"We have a long way to go, Zhilou..."
Chu Moshang sighed. Under the cold pond, it was cold and cold, and her lips and tongue would freeze as she spoke. Even if she had something to ask, she would have to wait until the future.
Chu Moshang suddenly raised his fingers and suddenly dropped. He had no choice but to lit Zhilou's sleeping hole. Only by sleeping can he take her away from the cold pond smoothly.
Feng Zhilou really wanted to ask Chu Moshang a sentence: Does he really love Princess Li Luo so much? If he had to give her a little bit of care, wouldn't it really be so difficult, but she didn't have the chance to give this sentence
After asking, the acupoint was tamped and he quickly lost consciousness and leaned in Chu Moshang's arms.
Chu Moshang hugged her tightly, and his body temperature drove away the cold air from all directions. His fingers stroked her cheek pity. Is she really just a small illegitimate daughter in Fengjiazhuang? She is innocent and loves to smile.
Is it a little medicine boy? A dragon ball, a thousand-year-old ice jade cold bed, can actually create her forty-four wisdom roots, and her physique is clearly a god of war.
Chu Moshang shook his head, and after a slight pause, he hugged her, jumped up, ran out of the palace, and entered the vast cold pond water. In the faint vastness, a golden dragon wrapped around a woman.
Flying in the cold water, rushing straight up, stirring up a pool of crystal clearness.
In the ice pile at the entrance of the palace, Hunbao still obediently pulled his ears with his hands, not daring to look up until a ray of light suddenly flew out of the palace, making its ears stand up quickly. He opened his mouth wide, pitifully
He looked up and suddenly shouted out.
"Wait for me, wait for me..."
It ran a few steps tightly, and Hunbao tripped over the ice and fell down again. After getting up, he looked up again, suddenly swung his long ears, flew up, and followed the cold pond.