Chapter 59: This guy has two prosthetic legs, right?
Long Fuyue's legs were numb because she was kneeling on the carriage just now. The soldier urged her so fast that she didn't have time to stretch her muscles. Until now, her two calves are still sore and numb, as if they are tens of thousands of times.
Thousands of tiny needles were pricking. Hearing Feng Qianyu's instructions, he cursed in his heart: "You still need to beat your legs when you are sitting in such a comfortable carriage. It's really as comfortable as grandma's house."
But she was dissatisfied in her heart, and she didn't dare to say anything. She bent down resignedly, and lightly beat his legs with her two small fists.
Feng Qianyu looked at her with a smile, and his sea-blue eyes were slightly narrowed, full of contentment. He stretched his two straight long legs and said: "Little one, use more strength, you are not satisfied now as if you are scratching an itch."
Long Fuyue was already very angry, but hearing that he was still picky made her even more angry.
Humph, don’t you think it’s too strong? Then give her a few hard punches and give it a try![
Long Fuyue rolled up her sleeves, gritted her teeth, and pounded her fists like garlic.
Feng Qianyu had a playful smile on her lips and simply closed her eyes slightly: "Well, that's good, don't stop..."
"Ah?" Long Fuyue was stunned. In modern times, her strength was relatively strong. Although her soul was possessed by such a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl this time, she felt that her strength was still quite high.
appearance.
This time she beat her as hard as she could. If she were an ordinary person, her legs would have been swollen by her. But she didn't expect that this guy's legs were made of iron. He didn't feel any pain at all, and he looked quite comfortable. This guy
Could it be that two prosthetic legs were installed?
Long Fuyue became curious and really wanted to roll up his trouser legs to have a look.
But when she looked up at Feng Qianyu's beautiful face, she didn't have the courage. After beating her like this for a while, Feng Qianyu didn't do anything. Long Fuyue's arms were numb from exhaustion, and her little fists were also a little red and swollen.
She raised her head and looked at Feng Qianyu. The guy closed his eyes slightly and showed no intention of letting her stop.
Yaya, this guy didn’t mean to let her beat her prosthetic legs to torture her, right?!
Long Fuyue was very depressed. He freed up a hand and scratched his scalp, and accidentally touched the hairpin on his head.