Ling Ao was concentrating on being stepped on, but secretly encouraged her.
Why is Hao Duanduan suddenly coming down?
However, since it was the princess's order, he had no choice but to slowly straighten his waist and carefully hug Feng Shuiqing's legs, thinking not to let her fall.
But the little girl was stuck on the wall, confused and didn't know how to move forward or retreat.
"Click..."
Several green tiles from the eaves of the wall were knocked down by her and fell on Ling Ao's head.
The man felt pain and subconsciously covered his head.
The center of gravity is unstable, and the two people moving up and down are like top-heavy tops.
He lost his balance and staggered here and there...swaying...
Feng Shuiqing grabbed his breath in the air and watched helplessly as he fell backwards: "Eh? Eh, eh, eh..."
"Plop..."
They both fell to the ground, Ling Ao became her flesh pad and was smashed underneath her.
Feng Shuiqing's head also hit his chest with a "dong" sound.
Then, a tall black figure that seemed to be glowing with fire was seen leaping out from the wall.
A pair of gold-threaded auspicious cloud-patterned ink boots came into view.
Looking at the man and woman lying unconscious on the ground, Hyun Chen's eyes were scarlet and his heart and lungs were furious!
I came to Feng Mansion to visit Feng Shui Qing in the afternoon, but there was no one there. I pressed Chun Zao for questioning but couldn't get an answer.
So he kept pacing around the Lanting Pavilion restlessly, waiting anxiously.
Watching the sun set over the mountain, the sky is filled with crimson clouds.
Then I heard a rustling sound like a mouse coming from the top of the wall not far away.
Looking up again, I saw Feng Shuiqing wearing a man's robe, sticking his little head out of the wall.
When he saw himself, he stepped back and wanted to escape!
At this moment, she was lying on a strange place...
Man! Son! In the arms!
The small theater exploded in his head like a thunderous explosion:
【Feng Shuiqing sneaks out to have a tryst with her lover!
The two of them walked along the river, rowed a boat, and fished on the shore.
She accidentally wet her clothes, so the man wrapped his own clothes around her.
Then they...
Flirting! Hooking up with others!
The eyebrows come and go! Adjust the wind and the moon!
It’s all ambiguous!
It’s just...looking for death!]
Yuan Chen strode forward, picked up Feng Shuiqing, who was still stunned from the fall, from Ling Ao's body, punched him and flew towards the man lying on the ground.
Ling Ao reacted very quickly, stood up, took advantage of his strength, held one of his arms, and used his inner strength to slap him on the back.
Xuanchen Mandrill didn't show any weakness, ducked down, and punched Ling Ao directly in the abdomen!
The fast punch unexpectedly caught him, who has been practicing martial arts all year round, by surprise, and he was hit hard and hard!
He felt a sharp pain in his body, blood suddenly slipped from the corner of his mouth, and he took three to five steps back.
Just as Ling Ao was about to continue his counterattack, Feng Shuiqing stretched out his arms and suddenly stood between the two of them!
Yuan Chen pushed her body away, but she held her arms tightly, frowning and yelling: "Ling Ao, leave quickly! I will explain! You leave quickly!"
Ling Ao regarded Feng Shuiqing's order as an imperial edict. Although he was unwilling to do so, he had no choice but to leave quickly.
Seeing this situation, Yuan Chenzhi became even more angry, it was simply overwhelming!
He lifted Feng Shui Qing's chin and gritted his teeth: "Feng Shui Qing, you are actually protecting that adulterer? You have already made a marriage contract with me, but you went to have a private meeting with someone else?! You are still wearing his clothes? Feng Shui Qing! What do you think?
Die!"
This was the first time she saw the Demon King in a rage and frenzy. Her heart was trembling, and she was trembling even when she spoke: "Hyun Chen Mandrill...it's not what you thought...eh?! eheh eh? Where are you going?!"
Before she finished speaking, she was held head-down in the crook of his arm by Xuan Chen Mandrill and thrown to the horse tied at the door.
"drive!"
Huanchen Mandrill shouted sharply, with a cold expression on his face, and clamped the horse's belly hard, and the horse began to gallop with lightning speed.
Feng Shuiqing was surrounded by him, but she was lying on her back.
The horse ran so fast and the road was so bumpy that she felt like her bones would fall apart from the jolts.
"You devil! Can't you just listen to me and explain?!"
Huanchen Mandrill ignored it and continued to run wildly on his horse.
The only response she received was the sound of furious and swift horse hooves trampling the ground.
I don't know how long it took, but Feng Shuiqing felt that his internal organs were jolted to the ground and were about to burst, and the horse finally stopped.
Immediately, she was held in Xuanchen Mandrill's arms again, and she could only see the tall walls of the Yinhong Palace surrounding her.
It turned out that he was brought back to the palace.
Feng Shui Qing said weakly again: "Hsuan Chen Mandrill, please listen to my explanation... Wuwuwu..."
The man lowered his head and glanced at her. She seemed to have fallen into a cold ice hole and dared not speak anymore.
With a bang, Feng Shuiqing was thrown onto the bed of Dawn Palace by Hyunchen Mandrill!
She hurriedly grabbed the neatly folded quilt and covered it to her chest: "You... what are you going to do!?"
Hyunchen Mandrill still didn't say a word, pulled the quilt from her chest and threw it aside, then continued to tear off the men's clothes she was wearing.
When she was stripped of her inner clothes, the cold air was like needlepoints, poking every pore on her body.
She shivered unbearably, hugged her legs, and shrank desperately to the corner of the bed.
Does this devil... want to...
As she was thinking wildly, Xuanchen Mandrill twisted a handkerchief, leaned over and clamped her slender shoulders, pressed them on the bed, and began to wipe them carefully...
The water in the handkerchief was not wrung out at all, and water beads were dripping from the body.
After such a torment, Feng Shui Qing became even colder...
She was trembling a little, but she didn't dare to make a sound.
He had no choice but to let the devil use the handkerchief with paranoia and violence. After wiping his arms, he then roughly wiped his cheeks.
The skin that was originally delicate and tender turned red as if it was about to be scratched...
For a long time, the feng shui was so cold that my teeth began to tremble, and then I fell into a burning chest, and my lips were pressed hard.
"Uh huh..."
She was extremely scared, and the fear of being invaded in her previous life emerged from the bottom of her heart again.
There were bright tears falling from the corners of her eyes, but she couldn't struggle at all and couldn't move.
The whole body was surrounded by the hot breath, Feng Shui Qing felt dizzy and helpless.
Just when she was tremblingly thinking about how to escape from the devil's mouth, Hyunchen Mandrill suddenly let go of her lips, breathed heavily and leaned into her ear, and said viciously word by word: "From today on, I will lock you in
Here, you can only be mine!"
Feng Shui Qing had goosebumps all over his body, and he cried aggrievedly: "He and I have nothing! He is my eldest brother..."
"Shut up!"
Hyunchen Mandrill's voice was trembling, his head sank forward, and he sealed her lips tightly with his mouth.
He doesn't want to hear an explanation!
I don’t want to know the identity of that damn man!
He just wants her!
She can only be with him!!!
Seeing that the tearful little person had no intention of speaking anymore, he raised his body and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his fingers.
Licking his lips, he took a deep breath: "Don't cry."
Turning around, he picked up a quilt and covered her tightly.
Later, Hyunchen Mandrill took two pairs of shackles from somewhere.
He handcuffed one of her hands to the bedpost and locked her ankles tightly.
Feng Shui Qing's wrists hurt, and his ankles hurt even more. He shook involuntarily, and the iron chains made a harsh rattling sound.
"Hyunchen Mandrill! You bastard! You are a big bastard! A big pervert!"
Xuanchen Mandrill took off his shirt, lay down next to her, squeezed into the quilt, and hugged her body that was cold from the water.
Suppressing his anger, he muttered hoarsely: "Every word you say and every move you make now is teasing me. You must bear the consequences."
Feng Shui Qing's neck, which was stiff just now, instantly retracted.
Because she was locked, there was very little space for her to move, so she had no choice but to lean on the man's shoulder, not daring to make a sound or move.
Seeing that she had become quiet and docile, Xuanchen Mandrill raised the corners of his mouth with satisfaction, tilted his head and kissed the tip of her cold nose.
"good."
After a long time, the man next to him breathed from rapid to steady.
Only then did she dare to move her sore and stiff neck a little, and she kept her nose quiet and sobbed softly.
Only then did Xiao Tiantian dare to speak out in her consciousness: "Host... although I am very embarrassed, I still want to remind you that the sweetness value has been increased by 200 points!"
"Why! I will provoke this possessive and pathological devil... this ghost man! Wuwuwu..."
"Host, I don't want to speak for him. But I think he is acting like this because he is afraid of losing, even though it is a bit extreme..."
Feng Shui Qing Wei Li felt aggrieved: "A little extreme? It's clearly outrageous!"
Xiao Tiantian didn't know how to respond, and there was no sound.
She wiped her tears and glanced angrily at the devil's surprisingly charming sleeping face.
But for a while, I was confused and fell into a deep sleep.
…
The night seemed very long yet very short.
Feng Shuiqing's head was in a daze, and there was a moist feeling on his lips. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the devil kissing him.
"Well...get up and drive!"
She rubbed her sleepy eyes, and when she saw the man's doting eyes, her face turned red.
Hyunchen Mandrill helped her smooth the messy hair from her forehead and stroked her red lips with his thumb.
His tone was soft and paranoid: "You can't run away this time, and don't even think about having a private meeting with a wild man again."
"He is my eldest brother's subordinate... He just sent me home..."
Feng Shuiqing pushed his hand away, and the iron chain made a crisp metallic sound, which made her head hurt even more.
I had no choice but to angrily stretch out the chain in the quilt, and wanted to turn around and ignore the devil.
But a... rather strange object slipped across my fingertips... This chapter has been completed!