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

Yan Qing is dead -

The spiritual power blew herself up. After her body exploded, she had a fire on her body and burned her body thoroughly.

Feng Chu song did not look at it, "Let's go -"

Her look is so cold that it makes people feel bad.

It seems that since Zilan’s incident, the expression of Fengchu’s song has never changed.

Green bamboo and Bilu are looking at her like this, and my heart is screaming.

I have lived together for six years, and they have already understood the Fengchu song thoroughly.

The more she is, the more uncomfortable her heart is.

"Miss, Zilan, it's just an accident. We will always stay with you." Green bamboo shook hands and was firm.

Biluo heard the sound and nodded.

Listening to this, the Fengchu song looks the same, just picking up the scorpion and looking at the front. "Well, let's go."

The meat ball jumped from the ground to the arms of Feng Chuge. "Master, the meat group will always be with you."

Her lips slightly raised a slight curvature, and she reached out and stroked the fur of the meatballs. For a long time, she sighed...

The group went on, about a scent of fragrant incense, behind the sound of the carriage, and immediately followed by a burst of sound. "Young Master...that is the few people I saw yesterday..."

Hearing this voice, Feng Chu's footsteps were slightly stagnation.

I want to come... They have been here for a long time, and they have caught up with this team.

Ling’s voice just disappeared. From the rear carriage, Lan Junqing suddenly jumped off the carriage.

She stared at the surprise and looked at the Fengchu song. "Sister Feng, it is really you! Oh, we are really good!"

Lan Junqing said as he ran forward and reached out and grabbed the hand of Feng Chuge.

Suddenly, her brow wrinkled. "Sister Feng, how is your hand so cold?"

Lan Junqing’s pair of nephews smiled into a line, and the face of that delicate show was filled with countless warmth.

But... even so, Fengchu song still avoids her without any trace.

"Miss Blue."

"Sister Feng, don't call me Miss Blue, so unfamiliar, call me Junqing!" Lan Junqing's voice is a bit sharp, but listening is not uncomfortable.

Feng Chu's lips and corners are lightly hooked.

But...this is called...

Feng sister? Feng sister?

Do you want this? ?

Still not waiting for Feng Chuge to say anything, Lan Junqing’s voice rang again. “Sister Feng, is this good to go with us this time? I see your face is white and scary, is it sick?” Jun Qing found that Feng Chuge’s face was not good.

In this short period of time, for two consecutive battles, the spiritual loss of Fengchu song is too big, and because of this, his face is slightly white.

After Lan Junqing finished, she went straight to the first carriage. "Brother, let's go! Feng sister looks bad..."

The curtain was once again opened, revealing the enchanting face.

Lan Jun proudly glanced at the eyes of Fengchu.

When I saw the blood stains on the lavender-scented lavender skirt, the brows were slightly stunned.

Although Lan Jun Ao is inconvenient in his legs and feet, his senses are particularly sensitive.

As early as he was, he had already noticed the **** smell of Feng Chuge.

And this **** smell coincides with the smell on the black bodies that they encountered when they came.

Look at the Fengchu song again, his shackles, a little more squat.

At that glance yesterday, he knew that this woman is not simple...