The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 1786

She reached out and pressed Jun Moyuan's chest directly, feeling the beating heart under her palm, she frowned, "Why is your heart beating so fast? Could it be that you are sick?"

Leng Wuyou seemed to be talking to himself, but also seemed to be asking, and raised his hand to stick Jun Moyuan's forehead. Feeling the scorching heat from his forehead, Leng Wuyou subconsciously withdrew his hand.

Her serious face was wrinkled and wrinkled, like a bun.

"Why is it so hot? You don't have a fever, do you?"

Leng Wuyou was a little worried, she put down the pen in her hand, and pressed Jun Moyuan's pulse door.

The pulse was beating strong and powerful, and the rushing of blood circulation was ringing in my ears, um, everything in my body was normal, there was nothing wrong with it, except for being a little angry, and the heartbeat was a little fast.

She turned her head sideways and raised her hand to touch Jun Moyuan's forehead tentatively again, it was still so hot, she frowned and muttered to herself.

"There is nothing wrong with this man's health. Could it be that he is suffering from another illness?"

Leng Wuyou babbled, but Jun Moyuan was extremely embarrassed, his eyes flicked wildly, but he didn't dare to look at the little girl's face.

Leng Wuyou rubbed his chin and looked at Jun Moyuan, and suddenly he paused at the tip of Jun Moyuan's red ears, then his eyes were a little strange, as if he realized something, the corners of his mouth turned up unconsciously.

But she was pulled down immediately, and the whole person endured hard.

"You, are you shy?"

Leng Wuyou coughed lightly, tried hard not to smile, but couldn't help it.

"Pfft, hahaha, Jun Moyuan, you are actually shy, hahaha..."

Leng Wuyou laughed so hard that she was out of breath, even the corners of her eyes burst into tears.

It was the first time for Jun Moyuan to see the little girl laughing so recklessly, and he couldn't help being stunned.

But seeing the little girl laughing non-stop, he was also a little embarrassed.

Seeing Jun Moyuan's face getting redder and redder, Leng Wuyou's laughter became more and more presumptuous.

It wasn't until Jun Moyuan closed his eyes, with a look of lovelessness, that Leng Wuyou slowly stopped smiling, but the smile was still on his lips and never disappeared.
"Ahem, well, I usually don't laugh, I've been trained, unless I can't help it."

Leng Wuyou tidied up his facial expressions and let himself return to his serious look before.

Picking up the pen again, he drew on Jun Moyuan's face, "Well, since you're fine, the punishment will continue."

About five minutes later, Leng Wuyou let go of her hand. She looked at her masterpiece with satisfaction, and gave herself a thumbs up without hesitation.

"Well, not bad, perfect, so beautiful."

Leng Wuyou's eyes were curved, and his eyes were full of smiles, and he kept nodding his head to show that he painted very well.

This made Jun Moyuan curious, and wanted to see what the little girl had drawn on his face.

Just when he was thinking of using his spiritual sense to investigate, he saw the little girl holding a mirror and placing it in front of him.

The handsomeness of the man in the mirror is not reduced by half, but the fly in the ointment is that on both sides of the man's face, there are two big bastards outlined with a red cinnabar pen.

Well, there are still a few words written on the bastard's body, and Jun Moyuan's face turned dark when he saw it.

Only Wang Ba on the left had "Jun Moyuan" written on his face, and "It's Wang Ba" on his right face.

The corner of Jun Moyuan's mouth twitched. He looked at the triumphant little girl in front of him, feeling a little helpless. The little girl had a strong desire for revenge and held grudges too much.

It seems that next time I can't provoke the little girl to blow my hair, otherwise I will be the one who suffers.

next morning
The morning sun is slightly dew, the white belly of the sky gradually fades, and the rising warm sun shines in through the thin thick fog, casting a piece of crystal broken light.

There was a creaking sound of the door opening, Leng Wuyou walked out of the room and stretched a lot.

It happened that a member of the Lingxi clan came over.

"Hello distinguished guests, the patriarch asked me to come and treat you to a meal."

The young man who is nearly two meters tall has dark blue skin. He looks at Leng Wuyou with a friendly smile, and his blue pupils are slightly shimmering.

He raised his hand and bowed to Leng Wuyou, making a salute.

(End of this chapter)