The power of the explosion is not small, and the broken pieces are large and small.
It is especially difficult to clean up the finely divided Ding pieces.
He finally took off Feng Xin's robe. He kept silent, but his forehead was covered with sweat.
Looking at Feng Xin's unfinished back, Ye Lingyue's nose was sour, pretending to blame angrily.
"The next time you encounter this kind of thing, don't let it stand in front of me."
Ye Lingyue regretted that she should tell Feng Xin as early as possible, that she was so overwhelming that she had a protective body, even if she faced the explosion, she could retreat.
She didn't need it, nor did he want him to block it with flesh and blood.
After talking, Ye Lingyue bit her tongue, what is called next time.
This time, it was choking enough, how could there be another time.
Seeing Ye Lingyue was both annoyed and distressed again, a pair of Fengxin Junmei's face grinned as he wished to bite off his tongue.
There was a little drowning in the fair face.
"If there is another time, I still have to stand in front of you. There should be no scars on your body, it will not look good."
He said nothing, slender fingers crossed Ye Lingyue's cheeks.
The girl's face turned red due to nervousness, with some redness in the powder, and he felt quite good. He was reluctant to withdraw his hand for a while.
He stared at Ye Lingyue, his eyes deeper and deeper.
Ye Lingyue's skin is very good, smooth like a piece of white jade, he really can't bear it, leaving any scars on it.
Those bloody, violent things, he wished to block all for her.
Ye Lingyue was so hot by Feng Xin that he patted his hand embarrassedly and jumped up to his feet.
"It grows on me, looks good, whatever you do. Don't mess up, I'll fetch water and wash it for you first."
With that, she covered her face and fled like a rabbit.
Seeing her like a little woman, Feng Xin had long forgotten the pain caused by the wound.
In the room, the cheerful laughter of men echoed.
When the woman's figure completely disappeared, Feng Xin moved his muscles, his eyes darkened, and the amber eyes gleamed in the dark night, just like a wild leopard king.
His hands were bent, his beautiful muscles were tight, and his broad back arched into a semi-arch shape.
Yuanli in the body carried a small week.
Only a few sounds of "poo poo" were heard, and the fragments that pierced the back of Feng Xin, under the action of the thick elemental force in his body, shot like a rainstorm pear flower, and accompanied by a lot of blood, fell to the ground.
This kind of injury may seem very heavy to Ye Lingyue, but to the ghost emperor Wu Zhong, who began to lick blood on the tip of his knife when he was more than ten years old, it was nothing but drizzle.
The reason why he just didn't do it early is to see how his little lady cares and supports me gently.
However, when he saw Ye Lingyue's red eyes and distressed eyes, he was distressed.
Ye Lingyuedian Xiaoer prepared hot water, and when he returned, it was already a quarter of an hour.
They haven't returned from Longbaobao and Xiaowuya, but the city lord's mansion sent someone to spread the word, saying that the dragon baobao has won the world's first forging victory.
Long Sixuan is dead, and the revenge of the dragon's homeowner and dragon bag is also reported. Tomorrow morning, the Sifang City Master will hold a ceremony of apprenticeship in the city's main palace.
Tonight, Sifang City Lord and a group of guests will hold a banquet in the city's main palace. Ye Lingyue declined the invitation because of Feng Xin's injury, but she agreed to wait until Feng Xin's injury is better tomorrow morning. She will go to the ceremony.
After sending away the people from the city's main palace, Ye Lingyue carried the hot water, and as soon as he entered the house, he saw Feng Xin trying to spread the medicine behind him.
"Who made you mess up, didn't you say let me come. What about the fragments behind you?"
Ye Lingyue stepped forward and grabbed the healing medicine in Feng Xin's hand.
Looking back at Feng Xin, the fragments of the previous tripods were all gone, and she was shocked.
"I cleaned it myself, but it's actually not much. It's just that my skin is ulcerated and it looks a bit scary. Let me come, don't get your hands dirty." Feng Xin looked comfortable and had to apply the medicine himself, but Ye Lingyue Slap it off.
"It's not the first time to help you see a doctor and heal, but I'm afraid that my dirty hands won't work." Ye Lingyuehu suspected, and then checked Feng Xin's wound again, and I don't know how she did it. .
But the blood bleeds more. It seems that he bleeds at least a third.
Ye Lingyue did not dare to neglect and scrubbed Feng Xin.
It was okay to wipe the wound. When she touched Feng Xin's chest, she turned red and her head was getting lower and lower.
She never found out before that Feng Xin's skin was so good and her figure so good.
In addition, his size and weight are also somewhat different.
Ye Lingyue rubbed, whispering in her heart.
She didn't know that she was so close to Feng Xin, she wiped her head slowly, Feng Feng leaned over and looked down, just to see the fair white neck exposed when she bowed her head, and her long silky hair, from time to time He wiped his chest.
With her thin, smooth hands, for a while, he felt his body ignite a little.
"If you wipe it like this, I'm afraid my injury is okay, but I'm going to be ill." Feng Xin hoarse, staring at the little woman who grinned before him.
Ye Lingyue raised his head sharply, just hitting Feng Xin's chin.
She screamed and reached out to touch her forehead. Somehow, she felt something she shouldn't touch.
Looking closer, it just happened to touch Feng Xin's right chest. The worst part was that she clearly saw the change there with her own touch.
She forgot the pain in her forehead and raised her head carefully, facing Feng Xin's eyes.
In his eyes, a scorching light flashed. At the next moment, Ye Lingyue exclaimed, his hand was pulled hard, and the man fell into the arms of the man.
The cold, masculine flavor is full of breath.
Her lips were gripped fiercely, almost a predatory deep kiss. She wanted to protest, but found that her wrists were restrained.
Under the bright lights, the figures were intertwined.
Ye Lingyue whispered, his voice engulfed.
Until the man loosened his lips, he still refused to let go, holding him half-armed, holding her in his arms.
Ye Lingyue's hair is chaotic, her lips are swollen and swollen, and she is shining brightly.
"I blame you, and the wound cracked again." Ye Lingyue pushed Feng Xin a bit, unaware of the tantalizing sense of intimacy in his voice, how tempting it sounded.
Feng Xin's appearance only reminded Ye Lingyue of the kiss in the cave when she and Wu Zhong first met.
She couldn't tell what it was like, but she felt sweet in her heart.
Feng Xin laughed lowly, then let go of his hand obediently and let Ye Lingyue stop the bleeding for him.
On the way to stop bleeding, he said suddenly.
"Lingyue, after we go back, get married."