Chapter 232: The taste of your soul, this king likes

Feng Ling’s thin lips smirked with a demon laugh:
You should pray that I am not Feng Lingran. Otherwise, when you leave the Regent’s Palace, these legs will stay.

Xiao Yu’s legs shook and heavier. Feng Ling’s long legs pressed her like a shackle that could not escape, and she could be free unless she broke her legs.
Xiao Yu honestly shuts his mouth and says more mistakes. It is better not to say.
Slender fingers, white bones, regularly beat on the golden nanmu. Xiao Yu simply closed his eyes and rested, and could not hear anything.
After a while.
"Answer this king."
He vomited a few words in his thin lips and saw Xiao Xiao ignoring his eyes. He still closed his eyes and kicked a leg on her leg.
"What are you doing?"
Xiao Yu was kicked, some annoyed, how did this man get in the way? She opened his long legs and stayed away from him.
"There will be a treasure auction at St. Paul's Court tomorrow. The grass in the hands of Helian Gale will be auctioned in the past. The king may not have to go there."
Xiao Yu Chao Feng moved over, his legs were put on her lap again, she did not squat down, but also took the initiative to help him knead, smiled and looked at Feng Lingran: "Master, pinch Comfortable?"
Feng Ling actually raised his eyebrows and thinned his lips: "The power is too light and slightly heavier."
Xiao Yu squeezed it hard.
"The force is too heavy, a little lighter."
Your uncle...
Xiao Yu cursed in his heart, but the delicate little face smiled and waited for the uncle.
Feng Ling was lazy and looked at Xiao Xiao's and patience's little face. He flashed a smile in his sigh. After a while, he slowly said: "Little, if you answer, I am satisfied, tomorrow's At the auction, I will help you get the grass."
Xiao Xiao said with a smile: "Respecting the teacher is the traditional virtue of the Chinese people. You are my master. Of course, I listen to you."
"people of China?"
"Oh... this... is a long story... I have to talk about it many years and years later..."
The luxurious and noble carriage arrived at the Regent Palace, and Xiao Yu first jumped out of the carriage and took a sigh of relief.
Exhausted her, and said that the mouth is dry, do not give her a sip of water, and it is endless.
Boarding the plane and talking to him for a long time, is to board the plane, he has been with her, she wants to rebel?
What is the opposite of your sister?
In a blink of an eye, it was the next day.
There was a big event in the Regent's Palace. Xiao Yu's body woke up and saw the strange face of the slave, she kept shrinking into the bed.
"This...here...what is it?"
She was pale and papery, and her dark eyes were covered with mist and tears, which seemed to be rolling down her eyes.
When Xiao Yu came in, she saw this scene. She was a little surprised, but soon she recovered her normal color and met the slave's sight. She nodded slightly and went to the scared person in bed.
"Don't be afraid, we won't hurt you." She looked at the pale woman on the bed softly.
"Who are you... Why and me... seems?"
"I am your closest relative, don't be afraid, give me your hand."
Xiao Yu extended her small hand to her, like a big sister next door, the soft eyes, it seems to be able to pull out a gentle water.
The people on the bed looked at Xiao Yu, slowly reaching out, when the fingers touched, a familiar feeling, flowing between the two.
"You are my sister?"
Xiao Yu gently held the hand of his body, a kind of intimate feeling of unclear, nodded softly: "Yes, I am your sister."
She will take care of her body, wait for the purple clothes to get the grass, and refine the medicine, she will be able to return to her body and return the body to her.

Xiao Yu’s heart said a sorry for Xia Er. At that time, she had no way to enter the body of Xia Er. She wanted to use Feng Er’s body to tell Feng Lingran, her own situation, but then...
Xiao Yu laughed at himself, and the situation was even worse.
However, the worse things have passed, and will slowly get better in the future.
"Littlester, go to the king with the king."
Feng Lingran's long figure came in from the door and saw the girl who woke up in the bed. He was very surprised. He took a look at the place and watched her for a while before he came back.
The the bed saw Feng Lingran, some subtle changes, see Feng Lingran coming, she was hiding behind Xiao Yu.
"Sister, sister, who is he?"
Feng Lingran in front of Xiao Yu, black eyes looked at Xiao Yu, said to the girl behind her: "This king is your future husband."
Xiao Yu’s apex trembled, and some incredulously looked at Feng Lingran. He was not a purple coat, and the purple clothes would not say this to her.
"Sister, is it true?"
The girl behind her asked awkwardly.
The slave pupa is like a flying knife, floating and floating, floating on the face of Feng Lingran, wanting to cut off the skin on his face.
This man's skin is thick enough.
"It's not true, it's fake." Xiao Yu said, turned and said to the girl: "Sister still has something to do, you just woke up, your body is still weak, rest and rest, the slaves will be here. You, if you need something, or if you are not feeling well, you tell the slave."
"Sister, don't go..."
The girl hugged Xiao Yu’s arm, and there was panic in the dark enamel, and she was afraid of life.
Xiao Yu spent a lot of time to let her sleep in bed, and when she left, she glanced at the slave, and the slave gave her a reassuring look.
On the way to Shengbaoge, Xiao Yu and Feng Lingran in the same carriage, but there was not much communication. He put his legs on her legs. Xiao Yu didn’t make a sound, just lowered his head to help him. There is a degree of kneading.
Xiao Yu saw the identity of Feng Lingran, but she didn't mention it. She couldn't contact the purple clothes. She didn't know what happened to Feng Lingran. However, Xiao Yu is very clear. What she is going to do now is patience. When Feng Ling finally gets the grass and healed the sword wound of her soul, she can return to her body, possessing cultivation, looking for opportunities to save the purple clothes. come out.
Feng Ling is lazy and half-reliant, and he is always looking at Xiao Yu, who is particularly obedient today.
This pair of small hands knead is comfortable.
"Go up." q8zc
Feng Ling actually spit out a few words in his thin lips. Xiao Yu immediately moved his hand and kneaded it up.
For a moment.
"Go on a little more."
Xiao Yu hangs down and moves up again.
"Going up a bit."
The corners of Xiao Yu’s body seem to have been flattened, and the little hands are very obedient and go up.
However, she just knelt twice, and found that something was wrong, the pupils of the wide open gradually gathered, so that her little face brushed red, her tail finger is close to the position, it is the inside of his thigh...
"Underflow!"
Xiao Yu retracted her hand. The man was on the brain and she didn't want to wait.
Suddenly, Feng Ling approached Xiao Yu, her fingers caught her delicate face, her face flashed with demon light, and she laughed at the demon: "Small things, it seems that you already know the identity of the king, this game will also It’s getting more interesting.

Xiao Yu’s chin hurts and feels the danger of his body, and her heart trembles:
Great God, have you forgotten that you have cleanliness?

Feng Ling sneered out loudly: "The taste of your soul, this king likes it."