Chapter 85: Can kill

When Fengchen Ling looked at Xiaolu again, he found that Xiaolu had already lowered his pants, tuo, and left only a pair of obscene pants. Fengchen Ling instinctively moved backwards, but his body had already been fixed by Xiao Hong and Hui Fang aside.
"You ..." Feng Chen Ling has never seen such a battle, but he is really scared. "You ... don't come here, I ... I am ..."
Xiaolv spit and spit to Fengchenling's body, "You want to say that you are the princess's pony? The old lady, Shang, is the princess's pony!"
Behind him, Xiaohong and Huifang laughed loudly. At this moment, Fengchen Ling finally understood that I really could not escape this time.
Xiao Lu no longer talks to Feng Chen Ling at this time, in order to have more night dreams, it is better to solve it early. Thinking, she stepped forward, tearing apart Fengchenling's coat. Fengchen Ling guarded x with his hands. In front of iong, but helpless, Xiaohong and Huifang had long been ready to pull out a bundle of rope from their pockets, and tied Fengshenling's hands again.
"Don't do some useless struggling," Xiao Lu licked her dry lips, and her eyes were actually indifferent and trivial smiles, and the list of kinky, yu long ago was red, sloppy, sloppy, and unobstructed, "Still obediently Let the old lady, take a good look, taste, you are such a beautiful beauty, maybe, the old lady can also consider letting you find a good way to die. Hahaha ... "
Speaking of it, Xiao Lu came towards Fengchenling.
At this time, the wind and dust could not move, and had to yell, "None, chi." However, this seems to have little effect on Xiaolv.
A soldier can be killed.
Feng Chen Ling closed her eyes, Hao Teeth touched her small tongue, and at the moment Feng Chen Ling was about to bite, Feng Chen Ling heard a mournful little green sound, and then clamped herself, body, body, The strength of the hand suddenly disappeared. He opened his eyes, and it wasn't Xiao Lu's obscene, sloppy, cheeky face, or Xiao Hong and Hui Fang's embarrassing, smiling faces, but Feng Qingjie's glorious nationalism and warmth Face.
"Qing Jue ?!" Fengchen Ling apparently refused to believe that the person in front of him was Feng Qing Jue, which was like dreaming. Fengchen Ling, who just bit her lip and held back not crying, but at the moment when the voice just fell, the tears in her eyes couldn't hold back anymore, and came out.
Feng Qing absolutely tuo / put down his robe, wrapped Fengchen's body, his eyes were cold, and he commanded the comfort on the side: "Don't let go."
"No, don't," Fengchen said hoarsely.
Seeing Fengqing's doubtful expression over her face, the dusty and translucent eyes of the wind were stained with turbidity, "I will keep one of their lives, I will be useful!"
"Good!" Feng Qing absolutely raised his lips slightly without hesitation.
He thought Fengchenling would plead for them. If so, Fengchenling would be too disappointing to him. Forgiving the enemy once is tolerance, forgiving twice is foolish.
Fortunately, his Fengchen spirit has not reached the point of being kind and stupid, which can't help Feng Qingjue some comfort.
"Stay alive." Feng Qingjue commanded comfort.
"Yes, prince." One of the dark guards disappeared into the dark night after several ups and downs, leaving a dark guard next to Feng Qingjue.
Feng Qing absolutely lifted Fengchenling slowly, twirled her hair for Fengchenling, and then stayed quietly aside.