Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 583 Smelly, look
After eating half a roast chicken, he ate that unknown sweet fruit.

Once the stomach is full, the perception of danger is dulled, and the courage is also increased.

Across the table, Mo Xiaowan leaned over, tugged at his sleeve, blinking his eyes cutely.

"Daxian, do you have a dharma name?"

"Dharma number?"

The silver-haired handsome man's mouth twitched, and he spit out two words coldly: "Qianhan!"

As soon as he flew over, Mo Xiaowan grabbed his wide-sleeved hand and immediately retracted.

so cold!
Qianhan, is that his name?

After being stared at by him, people can't help shivering, Qianhan, it's really cold enough!
With such a big ice cube, he would be frozen to death sooner or later. The pot of tea on the table was warm, Mo Xiaowan's eyeballs rolled around, and he directly picked up the pot and poured it vigorously.

Her movements were too bold and unrestrained, and she poured too quickly, the tea dripped down the pot, soaking her shirt.

"Cow drink!"

The ice sculpture named Qianhan took a deep look at her, his cold eyes moved down her mouth, her white neck, and landed on her soaked clothes, her eyebrows frowned slightly.

Flipping her wrist, she handed her a plain silk handkerchief, and said with care like gold: "Wipe!"

"Oh!"

When Mo Xiaowan took the handkerchief, he felt his hands were cold.

However, because of his movement of handing over the square handkerchief, she suddenly felt that this man was not so cold.

The square veil he gave exuded a faint fragrance, Mo Xiaowan sniffed it, and then covered the wet place with the square veil.

After wiping it a few times indiscriminately, he threw the handkerchief rudely on the table.

This person was indeed an ice cube, she was very ignorant of good and bad with this action, but he still didn't get angry, instead he glanced at Mo Xiaowan meaningfully.

I go!

What look is this?
pity?

Didn't you just wet your clothes, worthy of your sympathy?
Mo Xiaowan rolled his eyes angrily, and his lips trembled as he cherished the words like gold.

"I've always been so thirsty, eat something?"

"Yeah, that's right."

The sympathetic look meant several things, Mo Xiaowan put his hands on his hips, and said fearlessly, "I've always been so rude, my great immortal, if you want to find a follower, you should find a decent one."

What is the purpose of arresting Miss Ben?

Mo Xiaowan thought, with such a deceit, he will at least reveal a trace of his intentions!
As a result, she was disappointed.

The man looked at her blankly: "That's right, it's you!"

that's it?
Don't tell me why you arrested yourself?
How far is it from Xuanyuan Capital now?

Where is this going?

Daxian, who offends you, who are you going to arrest, why do you have to arrest me, a little pudding?

Mo Xiaowan suddenly looked like a deflated ball, limp!
"Wait, stop quickly, stop quickly!"

Mo Xiaowan lethargicly opened the curtain to look at the scenery, seeing the cold area, she didn't intend to stop her, and saw that there was another dense forest in front of her, she had an idea and became more courageous.

When she shouted, Han Bingjue looked at her.

Mo Xiaowan giggled a few times, clutching his stomach: "Uh, huh, I was full just now, I was anxious, ouch, ouch, I'm going to pull it out soon."

The silver-haired man frowned again because of her rudeness and informality, and looked at her with more sympathy.

In Mo Xiaowan's small eyes blinking and blinking in anticipation, the man finally shouted out.

"Yanyu, stop!"

As soon as the carriage stopped, Mo Xiaowan quickly jumped out of the carriage and rushed into the woods.

When he turned his head, he saw that Yan Yu was following behind him not too far away, and glared at him fiercely from embarrassment, making gestures to untie the robe belt on his skirt.

"What the hell, I'm stinky, and you want to keep an eye on it?"

(End of this chapter)