The national male god is fierce and strong

Chapter 1281 My Skin

Yuan Jing's clothes are indeed much better at keeping out the cold than Lian Feng's clothes.

Lian Feng was a little surprised.

Yuan Jing frowned, and smiled softly, "Do you want to know what this dress is made of?"

Lian Feng firmly shook his head.

His intuition told him that would not be a good answer.

Yuan Jing rubbed her chin: "The more you don't want to hear it, the more I want to tell you."

The adjutant in thin clothes leaned over and smiled slightly, "This is made of my skin."

When he spoke, his tone was soft, but somehow it made people get goosebumps all over his body.

Lian Feng looked at him subconsciously.

Just in time, Yuan Jing licked her thin lips with the tip of her tongue, and a strange and gloomy luster was reflected in the pupils of her eyes.

Even for a moment, Lian Feng saw in a trance that Yuan Jing's eyes seemed to have turned into the vertical pupils of a beast.

Braving the gloomy cold light, it is creepy.

Lian Feng stretched out his hand, touched Yuan Jing's forehead, tested the temperature on his forehead, and said blankly: "I started talking nonsense when I didn't have a fever, it must be something wrong with my brain."

"You'd better find someone to take a look at it as soon as possible, lest you become a fool."

Yuan Jing...! ! !
Before he finished speaking, Lian Feng gathered his coat, moved his long legs, and slowly walked deeper into the Marshal's Mansion.

Yuan Jing stood on the spot with her chest folded, her eyes half a smile but not a smile: "It's hard for me to tell the truth once, but I don't believe me."

Gee.

The former adjutant gave a low laugh.

He walked over and led Lian Feng to the marshal's mansion.

"Yuan Jing!"

"Yuan Jing, Yuan Jing, Yuan Jing!"

"Come on!"

Yuan Jing grabbed Lian Feng's arm, dragged him, and walked forward very quickly.

The voice behind shouted more urgently.

The faster he ran.

"Yuan Jing!"

An extremely angry voice descended from the sky, stirring up a burst of snowflakes.

Yuan Jing raised her hand to cover the snowflake.

Snowflakes fell one after another, and a young girl appeared in front of her.

Lian Feng: "Is that you?"

The person in front of her was Princess Xingyun.

Xing Yun was startled, and immediately smiled, and jumped up to Lian Feng, "Ah, aren't you Lian Feng?"

"Why are you in the Marshal's Mansion?"

"Still walking with Yuan Jing?"

Lian Feng smiled, "Mr. is here as a guest."

Xingyun raised his eyes: I knew it.

Brother Yantao is really... fast enough.

Yuan Jing cupped her hands politely: "I have seen the princess."

Xingyun snorted: "Yo, so you can still see me as a princess?"

Yuan Jing smiled: "The princess is joking, why can't I see it?"

"Then why didn't you answer me when I called you?"

Nebula pinched his waist.

Yuan Jing continued to smile: "Sorry, princess, my ears are not very good. Have you ever called me?"

That posture was so natural that it couldn't be more natural.

There is no guilty conscience at all.

Lian Feng glanced at him.

Gee.

This kung fu of opening eyes and telling nonsense comes from Yan Taoyuan.

Xing Yun raised his chin: "This princess pretends that you really didn't hear me. Do me a favor. You've paid off your sins."

Yuan Jing: "I'm sorry princess, I still have official duties, can you give me some time to complete the official duties assigned by the Marshal?"

He spoke sincerely, Xingyun frowned slightly, and looked at him suspiciously, "Are you serious?"

Yuan Jing: "The princess has a noble status, and my subordinates dare not deceive you."

Nebula lowered his head dejectedly, "Okay, remember to find me after you finish your business."

Yuan Jing nodded: "I will finish the work as soon as possible."

(End of this chapter)