The Cold Regent Keeps a Fox as a Consort

As long as she can climb up to the noble master, Ziyi, she can break away from slavery and become the master of Xiao Caiyu.

"Really? Fate is better than me? Are you sure your beauty can attract the interest of Ziyi?"

"How can I be sure? As long as you don't damage my good deeds, there is nothing I can't do with Lan Fuling."

Lan Fuling raised his chin proudly, glanced contemptuously at Xiao Caiyu, and warned her.

"Xiao Caiyu, if you are acquainted, leave me now, where to stay cool, if you dare to spoil my good things today, I will never let you go." Lan Fuling said viciously.

Xiao Caiyu was not scared by Lan Fuling. She looked at her calmly, showing pitiful eyes.

"You can do it for yourself!"

After finishing talking, Xiao Caiyu turned away and ignored Lan Fuling, who was about to be mad.

What is Xiao Caiyu's look?Do you think she is pitiful?

Nonsence!

She can never be pitiful, she has the enviable appearance of others, and she has a good figure. Why can't she become a man?

Lan Fuling turned back to her eyes and looked at Ziyi's closed door. Her beautiful eyes shone with the sharp light that was bound to get. None of the men in the world was bad, just like the housekeeper of Fengfu, she didn't treat him When showing the good, with a serious, a little means, he could not take the initiative to pounce.

Ziyi is also a man, he also has needs.

Ziyi is not like Feng Lingran and Feng Shaotang. Both of them have wives, and they can meet their needs every night.

Who will satisfy Ziyi's needs?

Lan Fuling's mouth cracked with a smile like a flower, and Ziyi's needs, let her meet!

Lan Fuling twisted her thin waist and stepped on the lotus step. She walked across the air and did not knock on the door. She gently pushed open the door. She didn't dare to go in directly, but her beautiful eyes swept the room. Seeing Ziyi sitting cross-legged on the bed, his hands twisted and placed on the legs on both sides, his black eyes closed, seeming to be settled.

Lan Fuling's heart was filled with joy, and her mouth was curled up. Who said that it wasn't God that she deliberately arranged for her to get along with Ziyi?

Entering lightly, she turned and closed the door gently.

When Lan Fuling was about to walk to Ziyi, Ziyi hadn't opened her eyes, which made Lan Fuling very happy.

In Ziyi's room, there is a delicate and small gilt beast incense burner. Usually Ziyi likes to put some calming spices to help practice.

Lan Fuling's eyes were found, she walked carefully, looked back at Ziyi, and found that he still closed his eyes, it seemed that she didn't even know she entered the room, Lan Fuling took out a little white from the sleeve like a thief Paper bag, poured the powder into the gilt beast incense burner.

"Who made you come in?" A sip of cold, like a cold sword, stabs the blue Poria's atrium straight.

Lan Fuling yelled in fright, the paper bag in her hand almost shook and fell to the ground, she hurriedly stuffed the paper into her sleeve, and turned around tremblingly.

Ziyi opened her eyes, and Feng Pu's eyes were as cold as purgatory, shooting a terrifying anger.

Lan Fuling's trembling body shook even worse: "I...I...I don't worry about Zizi, so...so I came in."

Ziyi hated: "Get out."

Lan Fuling's heart shook fiercely, and her legs didn't listen to her. She just took a step and squeezed her fingers suddenly. The fragrance of Qianshenmeng had been released, and soon the fragrance would be absorbed by Ziyi The body will look like there are countless ants crawling, his blood veins will swell and he will have to send.

She had such a good chance that she encountered it, would she give up like this?

No, no.

Whether she can fly to the top and become a man, depends on this last step today.

Why should she give up?

Lan Fuling went out, she pulled off her belt...