This Lord is Too Cruel

Feng Aotian's phoenix eyes were always staring at Leng Qianye without looking at his pupils. He heard him groan and bit his lips. The faint smell of blood filled his lips. She thinned his lips with the tip of her tongue. The blood from the blood was added to his mouth without any leakage, and there was a sweet smell of snow lotus, which was very sweet and very good.

Leng Qianye did not expect that he would be snatched by her for the first kiss in his life. Moreover, he was still an out-and-out man, but unfortunately, he had no martial arts and could not resist her restraint. Otherwise, he would definitely Will kill her, the thin eyes flashed with a sense of killing for the first time, a lotus-like breath that did not stain the dust, followed by a touch of cold, which was daunting.

Of course Feng Aotian didn't avoid any of his expressions. It seems that he wants to resist?

Leng Qianye looked sideways, not looking at the people who are now acting recklessly on him. He could not die, but he could not bear such humiliation. His heart fell into torment, and the strength that restrained his arm was slightly loosened. He tried his best to double With a flick of his arm and a turn of his waist, he pressed Feng Aotian who was sitting on him under him, lowered his head, his eyes were condensed with killing intent, coupled with this dusty face that was as pale as a Huayue, and a killing in his bones. Decisively and completely was released.

Feng Aotian stared at him. This was the second time he looked at her so seriously. Bi Shi saw her more intriguingly. She seemed to ignore the killing intent she had shot at her, neither angered into anger nor shot. He subdued him, but allowed him to clamp his wrists, and a wicked smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, watching him.

"Why? Want to bite the Lord?" Feng Aotian licked the corners of his mouth, staring at his pale, thin lips that became lustrous as a result of her licking, and his indifferent eyes were more indifferent than usual. Now, It's more refined and out of dust, beautiful and beautiful.

Leng Qianye stared at Feng Aotian coldly. In the past two years, apart from trying her best to torture him, she has never treated him like this, she has never treated him like this, besides trying her best to torture him. This is the Feng Ao who disgusts and disdains him. God?

Feng Aotian didn't hear a single word from him except for the muffled groan that he had just made. However, she was not in a hurry. Such a temperamental person is like a dusty altar. The longer the time, the more mellow the flavor will be.

"Don't bite your master? Or wait for your master to bite you?" Feng Aotian raised his head cheeky and swiped across the corner of his mouth, staring at the bite marks on the white jade neck that was printed by her. Bleeding, she tilted her head slightly, sliding the tip of her tongue over the blood mark on her neck, adding blood to her mouth.

Leng Qianye's figure trembled for no reason, then she let go, left her body, stood up, turned her back to her, no longer looked at her, but no one had noticed that under his ethereal temperament, The slight drunkenness that flashed past.

Feng Aotian got up in time, with both palms hard. The palms seemed to condense the spiritual energy of the essence of heaven and earth. He pushed towards Leng Qianye. The whole cell was shaking. Even Father Feng, who was waiting three hundred meters away, felt it. A kind of tremor that broke apart.

The people in other cells were even more frightened, curled up, and the dry grass on the ground rolled into the storm with a gust of wind. This was the first time I saw this scene.

The tables and chairs in the cell have been suspended in mid-air with Feng Aotian’s internal force, and Leng Qianye’s body was also hit in the air by the internal force. His whole body was covered with a layer of white mist, and he was only wearing a pair of obscene pants. The skin-like body looks even more ethereal.

Feng Aotian's generous robe rises due to his internal strength, and his handsome face looks like he has experienced the disturbances of the world. Like thousands of graces, it embodies the most powerful power in the world, heavy loads, if not It is very difficult for people with deep internal strength to do this.

Father Feng stared at the cell in a puzzled manner, thinking to himself, what happened to the master? How could he use his internal strength to help Leng Qianye recover his skills? Is she not afraid that Leng Qianye will resume martial arts and openly confront her?

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Thinking of this, he lifted his footsteps, took a step forward, and then thought that the master must have made plans to do this. If he rushed away like this, wouldn't it be even worse if he ruined the good things of the master?

The damp and cold dungeon is now hellish and terrifying. The prisoners in the jail are shivering with fear, and they want to die immediately, and they don’t want to live in such days of fear and fear, life is better than death. .

After a long time, Feng Aotian gradually withdrew her internal strength, and the tables and chairs in the cell "bang" and fell to the ground, smashed to pieces. She whirled around and took Leng Qianye that was about to fall into her arms. Leng Qianye leaned weakly in her arms, raised her eyes, and stared at her cold face. Those phoenix eyes, which were as cold as a pool, were filled with incomparably clear essence. With such a glance, she hit without warning. Into his dusty heart.

With both feet on the ground, Feng Aotian embraced his firm waist, took off his robe, put it on his body, and flew away from the dungeon.

Feng Gonggong saw that his master likes flying today, and he likes to fly with men. The right one is Mu Hanjin, and now Leng Qianye, and all of them are difficult masters, so he can’t help but have a headache. The old face changed countless expressions, turned around, and followed out of the dungeon without looking back.

In the study, Mu Hanjin looked at the memorials intently, with no distractions. The fingers of the pen paused for a while, staring at that finger with indifferent eyes, a strange emotion flashed across his gentle eyebrows, and a sneer flashed between his gentle eyebrows and continued to be busy Affairs.

A cold wind blew, Feng Aotian flew into the bedroom with Leng Qianye's body, moving very lightly, but still did not escape Mu Hanjin's keen ears in the study, he put down the Zhubi, stayed, and walked out of the study to see Two figures walked towards the inner room.

His footsteps were extremely light, and he walked very heavy step by step. The snow-white robe reflected his thin body. Because of the figure he was very familiar with, he was a little uneasy in his heart, for fear of seeing what he didn't want to see.

Feng Aotian put Leng Qianye on the bed and covered him with a thin quilt. While probing his pulse, he didn't turn his eyes, but he said, "Han Jin, come in."

Mu Hanjin's heart sank, and she replied in a low voice, "Yes." As she said, she bowed her head and stepped into the inner room, slowly approached the side of the bed, raised her eyes slightly, waiting to see Leng Qianye on the bed, now weak Lying on the ground, there was a faint flash of light in his indifferent eyes, it seemed that he had guessed it, and he couldn't help feeling sad for Leng Qianye.

Feng Aotian stretched out her hand and touched Mu Hanjin's icy fingers hidden and curled slightly in her sleeves. With a wave of her sleeve, the box on the sandalwood table not far away was sucked into her palm. She took a white porcelain bottle from the box. Out, put it in Mu Hanjin's palm, "I have put the medicine on him, and he is not allowed to leave any scars on his body."

Mu Hanjin stared at the medicine bottle she placed in her palm, but a thousand waves arose in her heart. When he was startled, Feng Aotian had already got up and walked into the study, "After finishing, come over to accompany him. "

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