Feather Zhen rolled her eyes angrily. Whether it is man, god or magic, she feels that what she does is the most correct.
In the spacious bedroom in the palace, the feather beard carefully winds up the wound. After the wound was bandaged, the feather beard gasped in a gasp to be scratched by the wolf king Leicang with the recovery speed of The Hunger. The wound should heal quickly, but now the five wolf claws have caused the blood hole to fester and give off a stench.
"What is this?" Feather Zhen asked in surprise
Feng Luo calmly looked at the wound face of his arm and showed no expression. He said softly, "Lei Cang, the wolf king, is really fierce. His claws are highly toxic. If someone else had changed, he might have died by now."
Feather Qian anxiously asked "that how to do? How to detoxify? "
The wind looked at the feather Zhen suddenly smiled "how do you still care about me? If I die, don’t you just mean it? "
Feather Zhen said with a smile, "I’ve always been kind to you. You got hurt because you saved me. I’ll definitely repay you.///I’ll find another chance to kill you when you’re well."
Wind Luo "poof bursts" to laugh "Nice wind, but it’s a pity that if you want to be stronger, you have to be meaner. If we get well, I’m afraid you won’t have a chance to kill us."
Feather gazed at him. "I’m not that mean. I want to beat you fair and square."
Feng Luo nodded approvingly. "It’s ridiculous to be naive to be ambitious, but you will know yourself later."
Feather pastor ignored him and her, and cut off the carrion at the wound of Feng Luo’s arm. You can almost clearly see the bones at the wound. You can see that the wolf king Lei Cang’s poison is so strong that even the knife for cutting carrion becomes black.
She fought back her fear and nausea and bandaged the cleaned wound again. She shook her head and said, "You can’t do this. The wound is still poisonous. You have to find a poisonous herb to disinfect it, or the wound will fester again. Do you know any effective herbs nearby?"
Feng Luo stared unblinkingly at Feather’s words, and he said softly, "I know a medicine that can cure all kinds of poisons and is easy to get."
"What is it? Tell me quickly! " Feather Zhen anxiously said
Feng Luo said slowly, "It is the blood of the goddess, which means that your blood can detoxify me. Will you?"
"My blood?" Feather Zhen leng leng "My blood has such a big effect?"
"Yes," Feng Luo gently closed his eyes. "But you have your choice. Even if you don’t give me the blood, I won’t die. It’s a big deal to cut off this arm."
Feather Zhen said bitterly, "Are you testing me? I’m not from from ruin. Although you’re not a good man, after all, I’m injured. I don’t want to owe you. "And she rolled up her sleeve and cut her wrist with another clean Bi.
Deep red blood flowed out. Feather Zhen gently frowned and squeezed her blood into Xiaoyu bowl.
She wrapped her wound with a handkerchief and gently hit the wind wound, gently smearing the half bowl of blood on the wind wound.
After that, she carefully cleaned the cotton cloth and carefully bandaged Feng Luo’s arm.
Looking at this pair of careful samples, Feng Luo gently pulls the feather hand. "Even if you and I paint poison, I think I will be very sad when I die."
"Don’t talk nonsense." Feather blushed and wanted to break free from the arms of Feng Luo, but that powerful arm firmly hugged her and could not break free from Feng Luo. "Feather, you are really like Jing Xuan at this time. I feel that I am really back again."
He gently held the small earlobe of the feather, gently kissed the delicate neck of the feather, and he was so gentle that he seemed to be afraid to hold a fragile porcelain carefully.
For the first time, it’s so charming to be gentle now. The darker his bloody eyes are, the more handsome his face is. His breathing is getting faster and faster. His hands are constantly stroking his body, and he feels a burst of hot and dry. Somehow, she seems to have gradually eliminated her resistance to The Hunger Fengluo. The familiar breath is so vivid and kind.
It’s like getting to know each other a long time ago.
As if she were hypnotized, the world in her mind was white, and this familiar and cordial feeling led her. She eagerly and excitedly catered to the kiss back, and Feng Luo’s lips and teeth were intertwined, full of love.
Feather’s unyielding enthusiasm ignited the wind, and Feng Luo gently picked up the feather and relaxed her big bed. He didn’t stop caressing the feather, but the speed gradually accelerated.
Chapter one hundred and fifty Don’t be her body double.
Powerful hands touch the feather, the towering jade peak rubs it vigorously, and at the same time, he kisses the feather, lips and lips. The girl responds shyly and enthusiastically with a pair of tender arms, tightly hugging Feng Luo’s neck and burying her head in her chest. He gently unties the snow-white fur dress and the shackles, and two lovely jade rabbits suddenly bounce out.
Feng Luo’s lips gently kissed the one pink cherry, slowly sucking a limp and numb feeling like a strong blow, and her feathers quickly flowed all over her body, and she couldn’t help shaking all over.
Feng Luo slipped all the way with the other hand and gently leaned into the feather. In private, his hand was gently stirred and sometimes he increased his strength to rub the sensitive parts of the feather, which was almost teased and trembled.
"Ah …" Feather pastor bit the wind’s shoulder to prevent himself from feeling embarrassed or ashamed.
Feng Luo gently called out with his eyes closed, "Net Xuan I Net Xuan …"
Although the sound is not big, it seems that there was a loud thunder next to the feather’s ear. She felt a tingle and woke up from confusion and madness.