The sturdy favorite concubine: the remnant king is coming to the bowl

Chapter 143 Angry, he is not as good as chicken feet

"Yes!" Tong'er responded readily, as if she had been relieved, she glanced at Feng Qianya worriedly, and believed Feng Qianya hurriedly rushed out of the room.

"Bang..." Not surprisingly, there was another sound, and the door was tightly closed with Xuanyuan Mochen's beautiful and vigorous swing of his sleeve.

Turning the wheelchair and stepping forward, Xuanyuan Mochen's coquettish phoenix eyes surged with fury like a storm, and his eyes became more and more fierce as he stared at Feng Qianya, seeing that she was still ignoring him, all her thoughts were on that damn chicken feet , the anger in his heart rushed to the top of his head, as if about to smoke.

Isn't he, Xuanyuan Mochen, inferior to a chicken foot?Damn, she gnawed chicken feet so hard, why didn't she gnaw him in the same way?

The handsome face was covered with thick haze and anger. He was afraid that Feng Qianya would not hear his voice, so he shouted sharply: "Feng Qianya, how dare you take this king to the brothel, and return the brothel to me?" The woman pushed it to the king, and sneaked back to the palace without saying anything to the king. Are you going to piss off the king? The king must have been too kind and generous to you recently, so you don't treat me like this. The king puts it in his eyes, you... um..."

Before Xuanyuan Mochen finished speaking, a gnawed chicken foot was stuffed into his mouth, blocking his subsequent words.

His eyes became more and more fierce and angrily staring at Feng Qianya, his coquettish phoenix eyes burned with raging anger, as if to burn his light brown pupils to ashes, his whole body seemed to be radiating cold, very cold and permeating.

Ignoring Xuanyuan Mochen's severe anger, Feng Qianya raised her eyebrows and smiled coquettishly. She leaned close to him, her pink lips touched his handsome face, and with a "boom", imprinted a resounding kiss, and then She said in a soft and charming tone: "Baby, I didn't remind you. Don't be angry. It will hurt your body, your heart, your lungs, your liver, and the most important thing is your kidneys. It will also affect the power of your gun, so don't be angry. gas."

Xuanyuan Mochen's body still exuded a terrifying hostility, he stared at her fiercely, his big white hand pulled out the chicken bone that Feng Qianya had stuffed into his mouth, his eyes narrowed slightly, "Feng Qianya , are you talking parrot language again? What is a gun? What do you mean by "I'll kill you"? When did this king kill you?"

Hearing Xuanyuan Mochen's words, Feng Qianya squinted her eyes, how could her English sentence become "I'm dead" in his mouth?Is her pronunciation not very accurate?Or his hearing problem.

She glanced at him at a 45-degree angle, with a slight smile on her lips, "of course! Of course, as for the gun..."

The smile on the corner of Feng Qianya's lips was a bit seductive, and her pink lips moved behind Xuanyuan Mochen's ear, and said in a low voice: "Baby, the meaning of the gun is the little bird of the baby."

Hearing the words "little bird", Xuanyuan Mochen thought of the song she sang, and the anger in his heart and pupils burned even more intensely, his eyes were as sharp as swords, as if he wanted to kill Feng Qian Yawan's arrow pierced his heart.

His handsome face shrouded in a thick haze was tense, and he said through gritted teeth: "Feng Qianya, one day, this king will let you know whether this king is... a little~little~ bird."

The last three words "little bird", every time Xuanyuan Mochen uttered a word, he would hear the angry sound of his silver teeth being bitten.

(End of this chapter)