Long Live the Wild Wife: The Black Bellied Evil King Against the Princess

Since I came to Yuntian College, the courtyard where Fengchu Ge is located has not been so lively for a long time.

Today, Feng Chuge personally cooks and makes a bowl of his favorite face for Ah Dust.

A dusty and eager to eat, and finished eating in one breath, only to find Fengchu song sitting on one side, looking up and down him.

"Woman, don't look at me like this, I know that I am handsome enough." Ah dust swept his eyes and sang the song, and said without changing his face.

Feng Chuge has become accustomed to Ah Dian's narcissism, and there is no excessive reaction. I just thought that before the dust would stop myself from killing Yan Qing, I would like to ask, "Why, why don't you let me kill the woman?"

"She said that killing her, you won't be better..." Ah Dian thought of something again, suddenly looked up and said seriously. "The lady, the emperor will definitely not look at the woman."

The sound of the sound, Feng Chu song lightly raised his eyebrows. "how do you know?"

"The dust in your house feels that the woman is superficial, and the emperor must know it."

Feng Chuge licked his lips. "Who knows? The man may be a superficial man."

"How is it possible?" Ah dusted down his eyes and said.

"You haven't seen him, how do you know?" When the emperor was dusty, Fengchu sang the fire on her stomach, and she gritted her teeth. "The man looks good when he looks good, but he is arrogant, shameless, perverted!!"

arrogant……

Shameless...

metamorphosis……

As the Fengchu song spits out these three words, the arc of the dusty lips is more and more obvious...

After the Fengchu song is finished, I don’t forget to lick the little face of Ai’s dust. “Don’t be the same as the man, you will not be able to marry your wife in the future!!”

A dust suddenly looked up and smiled awkwardly. He watched the Fengchu song, for a long time, only said one sentence, "Yangzi, give me a bowl of noodles..."

It’s just an ordinary sentence, but it’s shocking that the meatballs are shaking all over the body...

......

After the afternoon class, Feng Chuge sent Ah Chen to his yard.

Looking around, after confirming that the dust is in a good environment, she will leave with confidence.

After the Fengchu songs left, Bei Xuan sighed with relief. "It’s still wise for the master. I went to find the dean for a yard in the morning. Otherwise, if I go back to the yard last night, the master will be exposed today."

A dusty laziness leaned against the edge of the chair, and the thin lips were slightly lifted.

At night, come.

Feng Chuge sits on the bed and runs the spiritual power of the body.

After the promotion on that day, until now the spiritual power was completely stabilized.

The eyes opened and the phoenix sang a sigh of breath.

At this moment, she clearly felt that her senses seemed to become more acute.

The meatballs were on one side, but not as lazy as the past, and a pair of blue scorpions were spinning around, as if they were vigilant.

It has a hunch...

Tonight, it doesn't seem too calm...

Sure enough, the meatballs that were inspected around suddenly found something general and were shocked.

"Hey--" whispered, and the meatballs rushed inside.

"What's the matter?" The Fengchu song, which has just stabilized the spirit, has some messy clothes on the whole body.

A familiar familiar breath, Feng Chu song frowned.

The eyes looked up, and she looked at the window, but she saw a man with a black robes.

Today, he is wearing a black body, blending with the night, only the golden flame stripes on the side of the clothes, under the faint moonlight, revealing a little light. On the face of the white scorpion, the purple scorpions showed a bit of jokes.