Chapter 937

"How can it not matter? Wait a minute, he will use his heart and blood to check a person of the cloud clan. Then give him whatever you want? That can also be forgiven, the matter does not have the size, he that is hurtful Gu Wujue's evil spirit still didn't fade. He put Murong Feng's hand on the edge of his lips and said with some heartache. The girl is not so tolerant to him, but she doesn't care about other men. I really don't know how her little head works.

"Well, it doesn't seem to be so serious, and it's not so easy for him to get it. What's your hurry?" In the face of loneliness and aggression, Murong Fengqing was speechless. She beat yunrou like that before, and the other party can't get revenge. Now she has cut so much skin. Can they ask Yunlin to take it back and cut Yunlin's hand?

"Let him off this time. Next time, even if he's yunmo's father, let him know how powerful he is!" Gu Wujue knows Murong Fengqing's meaning. He has to let go of his evil breath. He really can't ask Yun Lin for a crime. He can only say that he is lucky this time.

"Hello..." Murong Feng Qing suddenly opened his mouth, and his beautiful eyes stared at him.

"Why?" Leaving aside the matter of Yun Lin, Gu Wujue sees Murong Feng's shy, timid and angry look, a little flattering, a little coquettish, and a smile, which makes Gu Wujue's head seem to have been scratched by feathers, and his heart itches and swells. He just wants to rub people into his blood, so that he can understand his desire.

"Have you had enough? Get up!" At the thought of his disheveled clothes, his hand was still held on his lonely lips, and his warm body temperature passed through his palm to his heart. It's just that they seem a little weird.

"It's not enough. It's not enough. I have to bring back the wasted time in the morning." Lonely no Jue lie in Murong wind tilt body, face on her neck, deliberately in her ear gently nibble.

"Well..." Murong Fengqing felt as if he had been electrified. His whole body was numb, and his body trembled slightly. A chant overflowed from his lips, which was more like encouragement. It made the solitary action more enlarged, and his hands moved around Murong Fengqing's body.

"Gu Wujue, you stop..." Murong Feng tilts an instant reaction to come over, a toward Gu Wujue's chest push, heavy push him from the body.

But this push, has been lost in reason, all rely on instinctive action of loneliness completely miserable, had already suffered internal injury, and Murong wind's strength has always been not small, hot viscera is about to break by Murong wind, a mouthful of fishy sweet exudes from the corner of the lip, soft fell on the side of the empty seat, can't help coughing.

All of a sudden, Murong Feng was scared. She didn't use her internal power, so she beat him to vomit blood. When she thought it was wrong, she immediately grasped his hand and felt his pulse. She didn't think it was OK. When she saw the serious internal injury, she was scared all over. "What's the matter with you? When did you get the internal injury?"

Murong Fengqing asked a series of questions. What's the matter with this man? Where did he go to get injured? He's going to play tomorrow. Doesn't he have to die? What's more, he didn't tell her a word after he had been here for such a long time?

"Nothing." It's just a light way. I don't want to mention it.