Princess Sets Poison Again

Fan Lihua brought Mu Rongyu back to Sheng Xuanzong and fed him soft muscles directly.

"Come here, take this beauty down and wash it clean." Fan Lihua looked at Murong Yu greedily, shouting as if he couldn't wait.

A few men immediately stepped forward and dragged Murong.

Several people dragged Murong into the bath and were about to take off his clothes.

"Do not touch me!"

Before waiting for those people to do something, Murong Yu sang coldly.

"I haven't got the favor of the suzerain, so I take myself as my character." Seeing Murong Hyun so difficult, one of the men sneered dismissively.

"That is, don't touch, don't touch, who do you think is rare to serve?"

Several men just waved away.

After they left, Murong Min felt the flares that the beavers had left, and walked out to the window.

Seeing the red light spread in the air, Murong Yu squeezed his fist nervously.

Yun Shaoning, you must be fine.

Here, the doctor Xiangu was discussing how to hunt down Liu Yuanshan's beaver, and they were all shocked when they saw the signal flare.

"Murong, they have an accident!"

The **** glanced at the direction of the flare and frowned. "Which direction is that?"

Lan Yanyu looked at the bearing and said, "To the west, there should be the place of Saint Xuanzong!"

The **** narrowed his eyes narrowly. "It's that old demon again, go and save someone."

After the beavers confirmed their direction, they hurried to Sheng Xuanzong.

The speed of several people was very fast, and they did not dare to delay.

The situation should be urgent, otherwise Murong Yu's temper would not ask them for help.

Murong Ye stayed in the bath and never came out. Fan Lihua seemed to be acting on him.

After waiting for two hours, Fan Lihua impatiently arrived at the bath.

When Fan Ronghua was soaked in water without seeing her clothes off, Fan Lihua was excited.

"Beauties really like it here, why don't we be here ..." Fan Lihua laughed evilly, and she really started to undress.

"Go out!" Murong said coldly, yelling.

Fan Lihua ignored Mu Rongzhen completely, took off her shirt, and went to Tangchi while wearing a tube top.

The blue veins on Murong's forehead protruded and compromised, "I'll come out later."

Fan Lihua's evil lips, "Well, wait for you."

Chao Li Ronghua threw a wink before Fan Lihua turned and left.

As soon as Fan Lihua left, several men came in immediately and dragged Murong Yu to Ewha Pavilion.

A thick scent rushed into the tip of his nose, and Murong held his breath subconsciously.

The waiters lifted Murong Yu to Fan Lihua's bed, and they all retreated.

Fan Lihua couldn't wait to rush to the bed, and smiled to evoke his chin. "Finally, we have to wait for the beauty. This lord may have a taste of beauty today."

Fan Lihua talked and kissed him, and Murong Yan looked away in disgust.

Fan Lihua took a long time, but was not annoyed, "It is the lord who is anxious, let's play slowly."

Fan Lihua said, cutting directly off Murong's clothes, and leaned down and kissed.

Murong was so cold that she almost vomited.

He shoved Fan Lihua away, but she clicked.

Fan Lihua smiled at his chest with a smile. "My lord knows that you don't want to, but this lord will make you comfortable and immortal."

Fan Lihua said again and rushed up.

Mu Rongzheng had goosebumps all over his body. He squeezed his fist tightly, his eyes became colder and colder.

"boom!"

Just when Murong Ye couldn't help it, Baitan finally arrived.

Everyone was dumbfounded by the scarcity of clothing left on Murong Yu.

They should be late.

"It's you!" Seeing the beavers, Fan Lihua bounced up from Murong.

Murong Yan squinted at them, "Not yet come to save me, when do you plan to see the theater?"

"Oh!"

The **** responded, and was about to pass, but was pulled aside by Mo Beichen.

Mo Beichen took a quick shot and solved Murongyu's acupuncture point.

Murong Yao pulled her clothes and rolled off the bed.

Lan Yanyu immediately stepped forward to support him, and saw that he had lost his muscles, and put out antidote to his mouth.

"You look for death!"

Fan Lihua narrowed his eyes and rushed forward to attack Lan Yanyu.

Mo Beichen stepped forward and hit her with all his strength.

The two took a few steps back each moment.

"coming!"

Fan Lihua was so angry that she suddenly yelled, and someone rushed out immediately.

"withdraw!"

The **** sprinkled poisonous powder on those people, and flew out of the Emperor Xuanzong with them.

Several people ran for a long time before they stopped.

"Are you injured?" Seeing Murong's face pale, the **** immediately gave him a pulse.

"I'm okay." Murong Yan withdrew his hand and looked anxiously at the beaver, "Quickly return to Wuji Palace to save Yun Shaoning."

Lan Yan frowned frantically. "What happened to Yun Shaoning?"

Murong Yan gasped, "Nanfeng Qi gave him Sangong Dan. I'm afraid he will be bad for him."

The faces of several people changed and they ran towards the Promise Palace.

Wuji Palace, Xingluo Temple.

Nan Fengqi personally bathed the high priest. He took it very seriously, as if he wanted to thoroughly wash out Murong's taste.

After a long wash, he hugged him to the bed with satisfaction.

He treats his most precious treasure as he kisses his forehead, his eyebrows, his eyes.

He kissed godly and affectionately, as if a believer kissed his god.

He rolled to his lips, he kissed his lips lovingly, breathing his own breath, his eyes darkened.

"Murongji ..." The High Priest woke quietly and murmured unconsciously.

Hearing his murmur, Nanfeng Qi's eyes froze coldly.

The high priest opened his eyes and saw Nan Fengqi's handsomely frowning, "Is that you? Murongyu?"

Nanfeng Qi sneered smirkly, "He is now naturally under the old lady of Fan Lihua."

The high priest tightened his heart and shoved him away, trying to get up, but fell back weakly.

Feeling the rush of heat in his body, he was startled, staring angrily at Nan Fengqi, "You gave me a pill for sex?"

Nan Fengqi did not deny it, he said directly, "It was me, and I want you to be passionate about me."

Even if he wanted him, he didn't want to sing a monologue alone.

The high priest's eyes were completely cold, and he looked at him with disappointment, as if looking at a stranger, "Nanfeng Qi, when did you become so despicable?"

Nanfeng Qi suddenly felt a pain in his heart, and stared at him with red eyes, "Dirty? Haven't you been forced?"

"I'm the one who loves you the most. The person who has always guarded you is me. Why the one who got you in the end is him and you are mine ..."

Nan Fengqi suddenly attached him excitedly.

The high priest struggled, gritted his teeth, "Don't force me to hate you!"

"Hate, hate is better than nothing." Nan Fengqi sneered sadly, biting his neck.

The high priest sweated coldly, and there seemed to be a tear in his head, and he yelled in pain.