“Mu Yan...” The emperor slammed her ear from behind, spewing slowly, “And you said you weren't jealous? ”
“You're going all the way out of here, besides missing Bao, isn't it because, angry, I sent Spirit Flower to Shrung Ling? ”
When we first met Mu Yan, our lord was indeed a first brother with no experience in love.
But ever since I made sure I was going after Muang, I got her heart.
The Emperor sent Cold Night to find all kinds of books and plays, just to learn a little bit about how to make Muay happy, how to make her feel, how to make her... fall in love with herself.
Of course, these shameful things, Your Majesty, will never be said.
But the effect is also remarkable.
From the beginning, when the two met, the emperor was shriveled and moaned.
To this day, Muang has developed an infinite array of tools for this man, some of which cannot be stopped.
“You think too much, why should I be jealous of you? Let go!”
Instead, the emperor squeezed his hand tight and his voice grew more dull, "Don't let go! Never for life...”
Bang--!
Splashes of water!
Mu Yan pressed his opposite hand against the man and fainted while the emperor was moaning.
The whole person came up empty.
However, she was not waiting to fly ashore.
The ankle was caught and dragged back raw.
This time Muay was pressed to the edge of the pool.
Raise your hands above your head.
The Emperor looked at her with his eyes slightly red.
The water beads on the hair drip down, flowing onto Muay's body, on her face.
Muang was stared at with such a fiery eye, somehow a little panicked, and some of his bloody mouth was dry.
Just don't wait for two people to talk or move.
The door to the hot spring pool was suddenly broken open.
“Your Majesty, Linghua's men have given it to Shi Lanling, she promises...”
The sound of the cold night stopped.
To the sight of God who was going to kill, he had a chill from the Spirit.
At this moment, Cold Night really wants to fan its own heart.
Let him push the door!
Let him talk about Alchemy!
Let him be idle to disturb King and Miss Muang...
“I... I didn't see anything, I didn't say anything...”
Forgive me, my lord! Whoo-hoo!
The cold night slammed the door shut again, and the escape seemed like a slip of smoke.
And Mu 'an, who had awakened, pulled his lips together, “Don't you want to know, Your Majesty, what did your red face promise you? ”
“No!” the emperor chewed his teeth out.
Muay's lips were hooked deeper, "but I was wondering! ”
The emperor lowered his head and bit gently on her lips, "You'll soon find out. Besides, Benjun has no red face, just you... my future wife. ”
“Uh--!” Mu Yan kicked his ass out.
This bastard belongs to a dog! Bite her.
“If you move again, I won't be able to help but turn you into my wife now.” Hot breaths spit on Muay's ears as if they had infinite sighs and desires.
Moe's movements were stiff.
After all, the emperor did not move.
Instead, she flew up to the edge of the hot spring pool.
Splashes of water and fog.
By the time the water had fallen back to the ground, the emperor had put his shirt on.
Muang picked the eyebrows, "Storage space? ”
She would have guessed that the emperor should have storage space, otherwise she would not have taken things out of space from time to time.
But it has never been as intuitive as this one.
After all, storage space is very rare on the martial arts continent.