Wind Luo smiled wryly. "So that’s it. I’m sure you are the reincarnation of Jingxuan, a goddess. Otherwise, you won’t have the same breath as her and Fengpei will find you by herself. But in my eyes, you are as hateful as Jingxuan. If you can’t get rid of Jingxuan’s debt, it’s up to you to pay it back."
———–please keep it.
Feather Qian gasped in a gasp, but she didn’t fear or bravely watched Feng Luo’s momentum without weakness.
Looking at this stubborn sample of feather pastor, Feng Luo wanted to think. He suddenly reached out his hand and grabbed the cold iron chain that locked the feather pastor. He suddenly tried to listen to "honk, honk, honk, honk, honk, honk, honk, honk, honk, honk, honk, honk, honk, honk, honk, honk, honk, honk, honk, honk, honk, honk, honk, honk, honk, honk,
Feather Zhen was surprised by this wind Luo ability, which proved to be unimaginable. He tried his best to get rid of the chain, and wind Luo could easily break it. It seems that not only Shura’s power is far from being able to compete with him, but also adding Brahma Xuan, Qin Xin and Xiaoxi, and adding himself, is not a wind Luo opponent.
Maybe even going back and forth with the wind is a delusion.
Feather pastor can’t help some stay.
Looking at Yu Zhen’s surprise, Feng Luo smiled proudly and said, "Why don’t you seem to have seen my strength?" His powerful arm muscles are tangled and fit like the Greek sun god, and he is full of strength and beauty.
The feather gazed unblinkingly at the wind and Luo couldn’t help but have some headaches. What should I do now that the devil is so powerful and he is in his hands? What is the way to destroy him and comfort him for seven nights?
I was thinking that The Hunger Fengluo suddenly stretched out his hand and picked up the whole body of the feather. He was very tall and burly, and his arms were slender like a small white rabbit.
Feather can’t help but get a little angry. Her little fist, still chained, pounded Feng Luo’s thick chest and said, "You let me go like this!"
Wind los laughed coldly "let you? Joke: I’d rather break something I got than let it go. "The more his arms tightened, the more he resisted. It was like throwing straws against the wind."
Wind Luo walked out of the dungeon with a feather, and went directly to the lobby of the snake cave. Man Lu couldn’t help but be shocked when he saw this scene.
She opened her mouth and asked sourly, "What is the Fengluo Temple doing? What are you going to do with this girl? "
Feng Luo didn’t speak or talk to her, and she went straight back to her temporary residence room with a feather in her arms. Manlu couldn’t help but feel angry but dared not say anything.
As soon as he entered the room, he threw the feather onto the bed. Although his hands were warm and warm with thick skins, the feather was still thrown "pants" and almost passed out.
Feather called angrily, "What do you want?"
Feng Luo came forward, grabbed the skirt of the feather, and gently forced the feather with both hands. The poor thin clothes had fallen in pieces.
Feather "ouch" quickly covered his chest and his vital parts with his arms, and his whole body curled up like a ridiculous little hedgehog.
While covering her body, she cursed bitterly, "Bah, I think it’s nothing to call you a nymphomaniac and bully a woman?"
Feng Luo paid no attention to the feather’s constant abuse. He pulled the feather tightly over his chest. His hands were good. It was like a pile of broken jade and snow. The silver shining phoenix was on his chest, and there was a red mole like a small ruby on his chest.
This red mole didn’t even notice that there was such a red mole on her chest. It was so delicate and charming that it was like a red pearl of tears.
Feng Luo’s big hand gently stroked the little red mole. He was very gentle and he was rude just now. She was so nervous and stiff that she didn’t know what Feng Luo was doing. What method did he come up with to torture herself?
Wind Luo stroking the little red mole for a long time before he raised his head and said, "You’re not a perfect girl, are you? This little mole of Feng Pei is exactly the same as Jing Xuan. What else do you have to say? "
Feather Zhen almost sighed at the sky. It’s bad luck that she had such a small red mole and didn’t even know it! I crossed here from the 21st century, and this body was found by Shura Lingmo Pupil. How did you find such a body that looks like Jingxuan?
Not only is the body breath as bad as the goddess Jingxuan, but it is even worse that there is a small red mole like Jingxuan. It is even worse that Feng Pei, who used to be owned by Jingxuan, accidentally wears it on her body.
It’s even more sad that Feng Luo’s crazy revenge has caused everyone to suffer, and the devil has lost his life for seven nights. When I think of it, I can’t tell you how sad it is. Jing Xuan, how did you seal Feng Luo and leave me such a rotten stall?
Jing Xuan, Jing Xuan, what are you and Lan Yu?
Looking back, I’m not even Lan Yu. I’m Meng Xiaoyu in the 21st century!
This scapegoat is really!
Feather Qian squealed and couldn’t wait to hit his head against the bed to make amends.
The Hunger Feng Luo straightened up and said simply, "But Jing Xuan looks more beautiful and more evil." His face is close to the feather face and his smile is very strange. "It seems that they said it was true. Jing Xuan died when she sealed me three thousand years ago. It really deserved it. Did I do all my spiritual strength and pass out? Am I so worthy of her hate? I’m such a fool, and … "He suddenly stopped himself.