Divine System of the Strongest Card Supplier in the End Times

Fang Fan is ready to enter the Chutian Pavilion directly at any time. In any case, the most important thing is to save his life first...

As for the rest, that is completely nonsense...

I can't save my life, it's useless to say a thousand words and ten thousand...

Fang Fan followed Murong Yu, and then they entered the first-class cabin of the battleship, which was also the room where Murong Yu rested.

Fang Fan glanced at Murong Yu's plump figure, and began to mutter in his heart...

Don't dare to slack at the moment...

"Those rumors..."

"Did you spread it?"

"Did you relied on having some conversations with me, so you just wanted to talk nonsense outside?"

Murong Yu's icy gaze directly stared, as if he was interrogating, and there was a sense of helplessness.

Fang Fan pouted, what he thought it was...

It turned out to be pulled over for questioning?

"not my business!"

"I never talked about these."

"Master Murong doesn't need to care, there will always be some tough guys in this world, they are used to arranging these things..."

"For these people, just stay away and don't need to care too much."

Fang Fan nodded to himself and said sincerely.

"Is it?"

"Then in your heart, never thought of this? Even if only for a moment..."

"Think about it before answering..."

"If you said that you have thought about it...I might...be able to fulfill your wish!"

Murong Yu suddenly smiled charmingly, then habitually stretched out his white fingers and walked over and picked Fang Fan's chin.

Fang Fan: "..."

This woman is playing with fire...

Is it such a lure?

This infinite amorous look... who is it for?

The more this is the time, the less Fang Fan can relax his vigilance...

He heard a sentence long ago: Women are used to deceiving people, and the more beautiful women are, the more deceiving they are.

The red-clothed archbishop of the first-class Light Alliance temple in front of him has a variety of styles, a plump figure, delicate features... it should be the image of a beautiful **** in the mind of a man.

The thin areas are thin, and the plump areas are not bad at all.

Fang Fan became more vigilant when she said this.

Fang Fan didn't want to think about it for the time being, there was something like a ghost under the peony.

"At this moment, I am all devoted to cultivation. I only hope that when the Guangming Academy’s enrollment assessment, we can successfully help our Qingtian Sanctuary Guangming Alliance Temple to win the quota of 100 inner government students. This is not in vain. Master Murong’s gambling..."

"My heart is all three promises of Master Murong!"

"As for the others... the color is emptiness and the color... that's all."

Fang Fan turned the subject directly, his expression suddenly became solemn.

At this moment, Murong Yu, the red-clothed archbishop of the Temple of the Light Alliance, suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the belt on Fang Fan's chest...

Then he pulled directly toward the bed room.

Fang Fan opened his mouth. He is embarrassed now, whether he will resist or resist...

Do you choose to hide in the small world of Chutian Pavilion and be invited in, or do you not move like a mountain?

"Master Murong, this...not good..."

"Outsiders are watching..."

Fang Fan's face was black, even though they were in the first-class room of this large flying battleship at the moment, but those things happened before, I don’t know how many eyes were staring here...

Everybody will know the slightest movement happening here.