shock!After the abandoned concubine cheated on God of War, she just wanted to farm

Chapter 110
The wind-dyed painting was close to the courtyard wall, and when I listened to it, the courtyard was as quiet as snow.

Could it be that there are thieves?
Feng Ranhua's toes point to Daiwa on the edge of the house, his body is already like a nighthawk spreading its wings, quietly floating into the courtyard like a ghost, walking lightly against the wall.

On the treetop, Zhou Si's cold and sharp eyes swept away, and he quickly threw the flying knife in his hand to throw it away. Suddenly, it froze, and a jade-like and enchanting face appeared under the moonlight.

It's the wind girl.

Zhou Si turned the flying knife in his hand and put it back into the sleeve cage, with a mean smile on the corner of his mouth, "Hey, the master is taking a bath and was injured again, it's just good for Miss Feng to go."

He pretended to be dead, lying motionless on the tree.

Feng Ranhua's fox eyes swept across the courtyard, there was only one person in the house, and there was no living person in the courtyard.

Holding her breath, she walked quickly to the side door of the flickering inner room. At this time, there was a sound of clattering in the room, and she should be rummaging through boxes and cabinets.

Hmph, she sneered twice, and said silently:

"Dare to steal from my mother's Mercury Village, and pick the fattest sheep. It seems that I have been stalking for a while."

While thinking, she drew out her soft sword, raised her foot and kicked the wooden door, and a sword flower slashed towards the only living breath in the room.

Soaking in the bathtub, Han Jinyan fell asleep with his eyes closed, when he heard a noise outside the door, he was getting up to get his clothes, when a sword flower stabbed him in the blink of an eye.

With a cold look in his eyes, he casually picked up the outer shirt and put it on, one side of his body dodged the cold long sword, he made a roundabout, and the palm wind with internal strength hit the person who came.

Feng Ranhua, who was forced back by the palm wind, scoffed:

"Hmph, what a villain, I didn't expect him to be a master with profound inner strength."

Han Jinyan froze, "Hua..." Just as he yelled out the word "Hua...", another sword flower stabbed him.

It was Han Jinyan, who lost his long sword after knowing it lately, and quickly retracted his inner breath. He didn't stand still, and went straight to the side. Han Jinyan caught it with a smile, and a gravity pressed him down. He forgot that his left arm was injured. seriously injured.

"Whoa!"

The two fell into the large bathtub.

Uh!
Feng Ranhua hadn't figured out what was going on, she was drowning in the water on her back, splashing everywhere.

But one breath.

She was held in his arms from behind, and the clear woody fragrance filled the tip of her nose, and the place where her entire cheeks were pressed together, felt a piece of slippery skin.

Water splashed all over her face and overflowed into her eyes, making her unable to open her eyes. She flicked the water droplets off her face.

"Nonsence!"

Feng Ranhua spat out a big mouthful of water angrily, and froze when he accidentally touched it.

Hey, there was a sound of electric current, which made her numb. This scumbag was taking a bath without a shirt on.

She was so naughty, she thought it was a thief.

There was an awkward silence in the air.

The moonlight is like water, and the silver light is slanting. When Feng Ranhua sees the scene in the bucket of desire clearly.

boom! ! !
boom! ! !
The two people in the bathtub froze like petrochemicals, and their faces flushed instantly, as if they were about to bleed.

Suddenly, Feng Ranhua was like burning his butt, and he threw himself forward and lay on the edge of the tub, his heart flustered and he didn't dare to move, his chest made a loud bang bang like hitting a big wall.

Behind her, Han Jinyan tried his best to ignore the throbbing and primitive desire in his heart, and adjusted his internal breath. After a long time, he finally suppressed it.

Feng Ranhua sensed the person behind her, and after her breath stabilized, she felt angry, and her mouth was held back, as if she was constipated, and she was brewing something.

sudden.

"Bah bah bah!"

"Okay, you old pervert, sneaky attack."

"It's so dark that it wants to do something shameful."

"Sexy, perverted!"

Feng Ranhua turned around and cursed at Han Jinyan aggressively.

Han Jinyan heard Hua'er's familiar look of frizzy hair, a smile appeared on his distressed handsome face, his right finger was filled with inner strength, and with a flick of his finger, the starlight that was about to disappear in the distance.

Brush it.

The room is full of light.

For a moment, Feng Ranhua was stunned by the scene in front of her, she blinked her eyes, trying to confirm.

Lingling Yuehua sprinkled on his handsome face through the window, and the deep black eyes were filled with a layer of undiminished desire. Drops of water slid from the cheeks to the firm chest, forming a line, submerging into the rippling water waves , giving people a scene full of infinite reverie...

Sure enough, it is a beautiful skin, the beauty lies in the bones, and it has good looks and good looks!

She blinked and slowly moved down, and she could vaguely see the underwater...

The face of the wind-dyed painting brush was red again, and it was beaten into the water, the water splashed and crackled, and the hair exploded and said:

"Pervert!"

Han Jinyan stared at the angry Hua'er with great interest. It turned out that Hua'er and him often talked about meat and vegetables, but once they were real, they looked like a panicked little rabbit.

At this time, she looks extremely angry, like a charming little fox again, with the upturned corners of her mouth and agile eyes.

After the wind-dyed painting has vented.

A gleam of light flashed across Han Yanyan's black eyes, and he looked at the painting with veins in his eyes, and said aggrievedly:

"Hua'er, I'm hurt."

Feng Ranhua looked down and was stunned for a moment. There was blood on his right arm, and the blood dripped into the bathtub drop by drop.

Injured his right arm, no wonder this fellow couldn't hold himself steady.

snort!
Feng Ranhua jumped out of the tub with a cold snort, glanced at a few bloody clothes on the table, and the smell of blood was stagnant in the air.

Was seriously injured.

She glanced at him flickeringly, only to notice that the suspicious blush had receded, his face was pale, and his brows that were wrinkled together suddenly relaxed, and most of the shame and anger dissipated.

After a while, her red lips moved twice, "I... I will help you get bandaged."

"There is no one in the yard." Han Dianyan said cautiously.

Feng Ranhua let out a long breath, his beautiful eyes turned up, "You deserve it!"

She went to the table and took out a large bag of wound medicine. Did this guy just want to wash up and apply the medicine himself?

Feng Ranhua, who had recovered his normal demeanor, went straight to Han Jinyan, and looked at Han Jinyan's rock-solid upper body muscles unscrupulously:

"Hey, look at these eight-pack abs, they look very elastic."

Han Jinyan felt the veins of Fengranhua, and he was strong on the outside, but he didn't dare to act.

He squinted his eyes halfway, and unconsciously exuded a masculine aura around him, and the corners of his mouth evoked a hint of evil charm:
"I like the painting, why don't you give it a try?"

Feng Ranhua choked, and rudely tore off the clothes he casually put on, revealing the wound on his right arm.

An arrow wound, when the arrow was pulled out, it had been medicated once, and some white powder remained.

There was a knife wound, and the flesh and blood were turning out and bleeding continuously.

It is rare for Fengyanhua to carefully clean the wound bit by bit with a clean damp cloth.

Hua'er's pretty face is close at hand, exhaling a unique fragrance, which constantly stimulates Han Jinyan.

After a few breaths, move straight and slightly.

"Hua'er, take the medicine faster." The voice from Han Jinyan's throat was hoarse, as if he was trying to suppress something.

Fengran paused, and turned her head to see that this guy was as red as a baboon's butt, and she couldn't help but look at the water.

Wind Dyeing Painting:  ………

(End of this chapter)