The Cold Regent Keeps a Fox as a Consort

Xiao Xi was wearing only a single garment, and the night breeze from outside the door blew her green silk slightly, the corners of her clothes were turned, the skin of Yingruo jade was incense, and the eyes of Shui Ling squinted slightly, turning between them. Into a special fascination.

In the room where the candlelight disappears, the dark incense floats, and the beauty is like porcelain, which is fascinating.

The distinguished man at the door was not a lecher, but was drawn by a scent of infatuation, his throat rolled, and his mouth was dry. His slender legs stretched in, elegant and extraordinary.

Xiao Xi saw Feng Lingran's face coming coldly, her arms dropped, and her heart was inexplicably nervous.

It was already dark. What good can he do when he comes here so late?

Xiao Xi wanted to turn around and return to bed, thinking of the eight fluffy snow tails behind her. She frowned slightly, moved her small hands back, and touched the tail to hide it in the skirt honestly. She sighed.

After Tan Linghua disappeared, how did she call the spirit ear, it did not make a sound, nor did she leave behind her, as if entering a dormant state.

Suddenly, a hand stretched out and dragged her into her arms. Jun's face was pressed down, and the tip of her nose pressed against her profile, taking a deep sniff.

"Little fox, why are you so fragrant?"

When he pushed open the door, it was the fragrance, the fragrance of passion.

Xiao Xi bumped into his strong and powerful arms, cold fragrance is a unique taste on his body, mixed with the chill of the cold, sometimes fascinating, sometimes terrifying.

Xiao Xi's face was pressed by his upright nose, her body trembling slightly, a little confused, she did not apply rouge gouache, and did not smell any fragrance on her body?

Is it ...

Xiao Xi pushed Feng Lingran slightly, but he hugged it tighter, making her fit tightly in his arms, seeming to rub into his blood bones, and even more terrible was her chest, squeezed on him The chest has changed shape.

This beast ...

"Feng Lingran, let me go, I have something for you."

Xiao Xi put his hands on his shoulders. With such force, where is Feng Lingran's opponent?

Feng Lingran raised his eyebrows slightly, his black eyes flashed across the streamer: "Ben Wang has something to ask you, since you have something for Ben Wang, let's look at your stuff first!"

"..." He couldn't finish the question first, then look at things?This beast is intentional.

Xiao Xi also lazily tried to figure out Feng Lingran's thoughts. After he let go, Xiao Xi turned sideways and brought a glazed porcelain pot with his hands before Feng Lingran's eyes. Shui Ling's eyes looked at him: "Drink it ."

Feng Lingran's thin lips slightly hooked, glanced at the teapot in her hand, and smiled: "This is what you want to give Ben Wang?"

how?I still look down on it?

Xiao Xi said lightly: "This is my most precious thing. Without it, I would die."

Feng Lingran frowned, and did not like the word "death" spitting out of her mouth. She took the teapot from her hand and opened the tea lid with her finger. When she saw the bright red blood inside, his pupil shrank sharply. Is it her blood?

Feng Lingran smelled the unique scent of blood, and had the urge to drink madly. His black eyes also turned into a strangely dark shadow. His finger rested on a teapot full of blood, and his bones were clear.

He smiled in the corner of his mouth: "This king is really an accident. You will give your own blood to this king. If you do this, if you want to please this king, then congratulations, you succeeded, this king likes you very much. Blood."

Xiao Xi frowned, who wanted to please him?But it was a deal with Wan Yuyu.

Feng Lingran picked up the teapot and drank his head to drink blood. The bright red blood flowed into Feng Lingran's mouth like a narrowed waterfall. His throat rolled and swallowed as if drinking the best wine in the world. A little flowed down the corner of his mouth, forming a bright red blood line, hanging on the side of his perfect chin.

Feng Lingran at this moment, the strange bloodthirsty like a perfect vampire from the West, he feeds on human blood, and uses human blood as water to support himself.

Xiao Xi put the blood in the teapot and didn't want to see the bloody picture when he was drinking blood.But now, as if her eyes were engraving this bloody scene, her spine was chilling, and her heart was trembling. She even began to worry, would this perfect vampire become addicted and drain all the blood from her body?

Xiao Xi feared that there was an urge to get out.

Xiao Xi did the same, and really did not want to stay in the same room with this cruel vampire.

Drink slowly!Let me take a step first ...

Xiao Xi left quietly from Feng Lingran's side. He looked up and drank blood, but he didn't seem to find it.When Xiao Xi stepped on the threshold stone with a small foot, something cold flew out of the top of her head and hit her toes. Scared Xiao Xi retracted her foot and stepped back several times.

Xiao Xi's back hit a hard chest and a pair of weird hands stretched out from behind her and wrapped around her waist ...

"Little Fox, where do you want to go? Ben Wang has something to ask you!"

His somber voice rang in her ears, and the quiet wind blew her ears, warm and bloody ...

Xiao Xi grabbed the wrist in his clothes and wanted to tear his hand down, his brow suddenly jumped abruptly ...

Feng Lingran is a bastard and a beast ...

"Little fox, why struggle? You ... are the king ..."

Xiao Xi felt embarrassed in her heart, as if her delicate little face had just been painted with rouge and she was blushing.

She sighed and gave up her struggle. The beast did everything she should and should not do to her. She didn't need to be hypocritical, and she wouldn't lose a lot of meat by touching twice.

Feng Ling saw Xiao Xi stopped struggling, the corner of his mouth slightly hooked, the tip of his scarlet tongue licked the blood from the corner of his mouth ...

Feng Lingran ... Black eyes flashed a faint shimmer: "This king is surrounded by flamboyant ghosts, huh?"

Xiao Xi burst his head, how did Feng Lingran know about this?

She told Qin Wen that Feng Lingran could not tell Feng Lingran. Qin Wen was honest and promised her things. She should not tell Feng Lingran that the slave would be even more impossible. Is it North Korea? The old bastard said?

Xiao Xi smiled embarrassingly: "What a ghost? Why don't I know?" She couldn't admit that she was killed. She swallowed and continued, "If there are really ghosts in this world, neither Dare to haunt the prince! The prince is a dragon and a phoenix among people, and the ghost will force you back three feet when he sees you."

In fact, you are more terrible than ghosts.

Feng Lingran's fingers moved slightly, Xiao Xi blushed, bit her lip, and the damn beast was a rogue.

"Your little fox means... this king is more terrible than a ghost?"

"Cough, I don't mean that."

It's strange if it doesn't mean that.

Feng Lingran's drooping feather eyelashes resembled two mysterious black winged feather fans, casting a subtle dark shadow on her eyelids, her eyes stopped on her delicate, red and hot face, as if she had captured a small prey, and her eyes were slow Slowly moving down, and stopped on her arteries, he can enjoy this little prey slowly.

"Little fox, don't put blood in the teapot next time, this king prefers... to drink blood like this."

His thin lips tricked her fragile neck... Xiao Xi's pupils shrank.

Today, she has put a bowl of blood to him, his mother's decisive...

Xiao Xi raised his hand to slap him, torn, the sound of the fabric tearing, the blouse fell to the ground, and the cold wind burst from her body. Before she could scream, she turned around...