Chapter 529: Jiancun 43

Chapter 529 Jiancun 43

Fu An'an listened intently.

Dai Dahai's voice stopped abruptly after a few high-pitched sounds.

"Brother Fu, what do you think is going on here?"

She felt that Dai Dahai's reaction might be more ominous than good, but they almost set the evil **** on fire.

she thought to herself.

It's still a little cold to squat below.

In order to set fire to the pile of corpses just now, Fu Anan set his jacket on fire, and now only a sports vest is left.

She trembled, and then glanced at Fu Yizhi next to her.

Father Fu, who was so strong before, looks even worse now. He stands motionless at the same time, his brows are wrinkled, and his whole body is tense.

Fu Anan was slightly taken aback, and quickly helped him to sit down behind a wooden shelf full of dried radishes, "Brother Fu, what's wrong with you?"

"fine."

Fu Yizhi said lightly.

Is this all right?

Fu Anan looked at him with suspicion on his face.

"Side effects of using abilities." Fu Yizhi closed his eyes and said calmly,

"Be quiet for a while, it will be fine soon."

A side effect of ability usage? !

Fu An'an, who was waiting to be praised: ...What kind of virtue is Brother Fu?

Mood is like the sky in June, it can change as soon as it changes.

She took care of it for nothing!

Fu Anan hugged her arms and trembled, the cellar was as cold as her heart.

At this moment, a warm coat fell from the sky and covered her chest, and the warm body behind her was also pressed from behind.

Fu An'an's eyes widened suddenly, and his body froze.

"Fu, Brother Fu, this is inappropriate."

For heating or something, just give clothes.

"Do you think I'm not cold?"

A deep and cold voice came from beside his ear.

Fu Anan was a little embarrassed, she almost forgot that Fu's father was also a mortal body.

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Besides the coat, Fu Yi was only wearing a vest.

They are tightly attached to each other, and the body temperature is transmitted to each other in a small space. Through the thin fabric, Fu Anan can even feel the slightly undulating chest and the tense muscle lines under the fabric.

As long as she raises her head a little, she can almost hit the opponent's chin.

Such a short distance...

She even had the illusion that Father Fu was thinking about herself!