novelraw Chapter 152 Disaster for the Nation Demon Fairy (32)
Chapter 152 Disaster for the Nation Demon Fairy (32)
Chapter 152 Disaster for the Nation Demon Fairy (32)
Fu Zhan rushed into the house.
When he saw the scene on the soft couch, his eyes were full of murderous intent, cold and piercing.
On the couch, the disheveled man's eyes were scarlet, and his dirty palms wanted to tear off Mei Jiao Niang's skirt.
The beauty he doted on for several days was now being bullied by an ugly and sloppy creature.
The pain of bone removal, as if countless bugs were gnawing at my heart and liver.
Fu Zhan didn't worry too much, and urged his inner strength to fly over, and slapped the man's waist on the couch with his big palm, knocking him to the ground, spitting blood.
Fulin rushed into the house after a while, seeing the scene in front of him, his face almost turned pale with fright.
Not worried about the man lying on the ground with blood in his mouth.
He could see that Dijun had used his internal strength just now, and he was afraid that Dijun would not be able to hold on.
Just as Fulin was about to make a sound, that "icy coldness" suddenly swept towards him, "Don't let people die, investigate thoroughly!"
The chill in those eyes was very obvious, if he hadn't guessed that things were not so simple, the man who spit out blood would have been torn into pieces by now.
Fulin has followed this master in front of him for many years, although he has not fully grasped his temperament, but there are still some sevens and eights.
Seeing that the emperor said that he wanted to conduct a thorough investigation, he hurriedly nodded respectfully, and his expression was more serious than before.
"Get out." Fu Zhan stopped looking at him, and turned to look at the beautiful girl with rosy cheeks and honey-like skin on the soft couch.
With one order, Fulin seemed to have received an imperial edict of liberation, and hurriedly waved to two nimble little eunuchs not far away, asking them to drag out the dying man on the ground.
Knowing that the emperor must be furious at this moment, Fulin was about to leave quietly with his tail between his legs, when he heard the cold voice behind him, "The maids guarding outside the palace today don't need to stay any longer."
no need to stay
It is to make those court ladies die out of breath!
It seems that the emperor's anger has not disappeared.
That's right, the concubines of the Son of Heaven were almost ruined by beggars, so it's no wonder they could bear it.
It's just that I don't know that the noble concubine on the couch may be able to withstand the emperor's anger at this moment.
"Yes! This servant is going to do things right now!" Fulin didn't care about other things, fearing that if he stayed in the house for a while, he should be questioned by the emperor.
He drooped his head and ran out of the house like a mouse.
The Zhezi door was closed again, Fu Zhan calmed down, and also faintly smelled a vague fragrance in the room.
The smell is strong and strong, not like ordinary incense, but rather like the forbidden incense used by the women in the harem for their pets!
The cold long fingers caressed the lotus jade face of the beauty on the couch, it was a little hot and heartburning.
Fu Zhan pursed his lips, maybe he was lured by the charming fragrance in the room, his voice was slightly hoarse, "Jiang Wan"
It was the first time he called her name.
Although not intimate, it can be tossing and turning, so lingering.
"Oh~" It seemed that he was awakened by the cold face, or by the whispering in his ears.
The beauty's eyes were sleepy, as if there was a hint of sensual fog and rain.
When she looked at the man in front of her, she was well-behaved, charming and charming.
She bit her lip halfway, the expression on her face was unbearable, her brows were tightly frowned, and Fu Zhan's heart was also pulled together.
"Hey, don't bite." His cold, slender fingertips caressed her lips lightly, fearing that she would hurt him if she bit her.
"Uncomfortable, so uncomfortable~" The beauty's eyes were moist, and she looked at him with grievances, seemingly begging.
Suddenly, she let go of her lower lip with her white teeth, and rolled her pink tongue instead, sucking the "coldness" on her lips into her mouth and swallowing.
that action.
Seeing that Fu Zhan felt dry all over, his lower abdomen was tense.
At some point, the belt of the lilac red dress came loose.
The slender jade legs hooked the waist, and with one force, Fu Zhan was pressed under the body.
The gorgeous skirt seemed to be rubbed with porcelain jade, falling from the icy flesh and jade bones.
Zhuchai flower skirts are scattered on the soft couch.
The black hair hangs down, the charming eyes are moist, the body is exquisite and exquisite, and there are thousands of romances.
What a bewitching girl, what a garden full of spring.
"Lang Jun~" Jiang Wan bowed her head, and lightly kissed the corners of the lips and jaws of the "Xianjun" below her.
She whispered in his chest, begging and begging, "I can't take it anymore."
Fu Zhan smiled wryly.
How can he stand it?
She nibbled at his robe with her white teeth, like a young animal waking up thirsty at night and busy looking for a sweet spring.
And the sweet spring is hidden under him.
Fu Zhan frowned tightly, and clenched the soft cloth under his palms with both hands.
"Lang Jun, Lang Jun—" She kissed his heart.
"Oh!" Fu Zhan pursed his lips, closed his eyes for a few seconds, and then opened them suddenly.
The big palm clamped down on the soft waist of the body.
In an instant, he turned on his back again.
The cold eyebrows and eyes seemed to be wrapped in a raging fire at this moment.
He stared at her, his dark eyes locked on her, "Jiang Wan! Who am I?"
"Lang Jun, it's Lang Jun~" She struggled, hooking his neck and wanting to ask for a kiss again.
Fu Zhan was unmoved, pinching her chin with his fingers, his voice slightly cold.
He asked again, "Who am I?"
The beauty opened her eyes a little wider, her eyes were clear and soft, as if she wanted to see the man in front of her clearly.
Seeing her delay in answering, Fu Zhan's face gradually turned cold, and he squeezed the delicate fingers a little harder.
Seeming to be in pain, the beauty hurriedly answered, even crying softly, "Lang Jun is Ah Zhan Wanwan's Ah Zhan~"
Cham?
Fu Zhan narrowed his eyes, loosened his brows suddenly, and smiled in a muffled voice.
He lifted the silk rope from the back of her neck, his eyebrows were warm, "Good Wan Wan, can I help you, Ah Zhan?"
(End of this chapter)