Chapter 41

"You are the first one who dares to speak like this in front of my cabinet, except for the dead." With a wave of the long sleeves, Murong Feng was forced to retreat several steps. When he came back, the white cold figure had already come to him, and his long arm caught her in front of him.

"..." the dark guards around were also drunk. Were they dazzled? Their master would take the initiative to approach a woman.

The most important thing is that this woman has nothing to do and is still alive.

That's what they can't believe.

No one has ever been touched by the master and survived. He is as powerful as master yunmo. He is one meter away from the master.

But this woman, unexpectedly beyond their expectation, is OK.

In this way, the master's sexual happiness has been settled for the rest of his life. No wonder the master has gone out. Everyone in the seclusion Pavilion wants to find this woman. It's for this.

Yinye and others are using their internal power to whisper. Although Murong Fengqing is unconscious, his black and white eyes are full of anger. No matter how Murong Fengqing struggles, he can't escape the confinement of loneliness.

The atmosphere of indifference and hegemony surrounds her, which makes Murong Feng extremely uncomfortable. Fortunately, even if Murong Feng can't move, he has no way to treat her.

"Why, it doesn't move?" Seeing that Murong Fengqing was no longer struggling, his lonely face showed a sneer and looked down at the woman in front of him.

Although the beauty of the city is gorgeous, it is not the reason to attract loneliness.

At first, he just bumped into her unintentionally. He was going to die, but he never cared about it.

But did not expect that this woman actually survived in his hand, but also dare to challenge and resist themselves again and again.

Finally, he took off his clothes and put them in front of the city gate. At last, he dared to disappear without a trace. After several days of investigation, the people in the hermit Pavilion did not say anything.

"Bullying a woman, or a woman without the power to bind a chicken, do you think it's a great honor?" Murong Feng tilts his eyes, stares at the lonely, and hums coldly.

Now Murong Fengqing is regretful. Why did she not kill this pervert for fear of trouble? If she killed him, no one would have thought it was her Murong Fengqing.

"I haven't found a woman who has no strength to bind a chicken. You'd better prove it." The smile on his lips became more and more profound. His hand swam from his wrist to his back, vaguely sliding.

"..." hidden in the dark, the dark guards are in disorder again. Is this really their leader? I've been teasing a girl in the street. You really want to be dissatisfied.

However, if you want to be dissatisfied, the little girl is still in her teens. Don't you have any special hobbies, my lord?

In an instant, the tall image of guwujue in front of his own hands was destroyed.

Murong Fengqing shivered and frowned in disgust. The damned bastard took advantage of her again and didn't chop his hand and his surname

"I'm afraid I'll prove it, and you dare not let me prove it!" Murong Fengqing suddenly swept away the original gloom. Her lips were bright red, and she showed a shallow smile. Under the moonlight, she was as amazing as the Epiphyllum blooming in the dark night.