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

Chapter 41 Embarrassment, pinching the wrong place
Speaking of this, Feng Qianya's almond eyes narrowed slightly, and she glanced at Xuanyuan Mochen calmly, her words could make Xuanyuan Mochen explode in anger.

"Baby, how do you say I can draw well? Huh?"

Hearing Feng Qianya's words, Tong'er beside her blushed like an overripe apple, and the corners of her mouth couldn't stop twitching. Her young lady was really... so shocked her.

"Feng~qian~ya~" Xuanyuan Mochen's coquettish phoenix eyes swept up a storm that could destroy heaven and earth, his eyes were dark and cold, exuding a murderous aura, and even a rough and cold voice of fury came out from his nasal cavity, He roared fiercely, waved his big hand, and shot out a strong blow.

Seeing this, Feng Qianya threw the inkstone in Tong'er's hand out, pulled Tong'er to bend down, and quickly dodged to dodge.

"Ah..." There was only a scream, and the inkstone thrown by Feng Qianya just hit the forehead of Concubine Lian on the bed, and she fainted gorgeously, her face was covered with ink, her whole face As black as charcoal, she became a female Bao Gong.

"Feng~qian~ya, I will kill you today!" Xuanyuan Mochen roared fiercely, flew up from the bed, and struck Feng Qianya with his palms.

"Tong'er, go out first." Seeing this, Feng Qianya pushed Tong'er out, and quickly dodged to avoid Xuanyuan Mochen's attack.

However, Xuanyuan Mochen's feet never landed on the ground, his body was suspended in the air, and the fierce palm wind mercilessly slashed at Feng Qianya.

Feng Qianya's body shuttled through the room like a dragon, her sharp eyes caught a glimpse of the white porcelain bottle in the room.

Quickly dodging in front of her, she smashed the porcelain bottle, squatted down, picked up the broken pieces of porcelain, turned her wrist, and the broken pieces flew out, hitting Xuanyuan Mochen's lower body directly.

Seeing this, Xuanyuan Mochen's bewitching eyes were full of anger, and he used his internal force to smash the broken porcelain into pieces.

On the spot, the corners of Feng Qianya's lips were lightly raised, and sharp pieces of porcelain were held between her ten fingers. After hearing a few sounds of "咻咻咻", all the pieces of porcelain in her hand flew towards Xuanyuan Mochen.

But they were all crushed by Xuanyuan Mochen's internal force.

"Feng~qian~ya~" Xuanyuan Mochen let out a stern roar, and flew towards her with condensed palms.

Seeing him flying over, Feng Qianya dodged, and jumped behind him briskly, and then a trace of hostility flashed across her eyes, she jumped up, did a backflip, stretched out her jade hand, and pinched Xuanyuan Mochen's neck .

But... time stopped abruptly at this moment, Feng Qianya lowered her eyes, glanced at her jade hand at a 45-degree angle, the corner of her mouth was slightly pulled, and for the first time, a layer of embarrassment appeared on her beautiful face.

"Feng~qian~ya, you...you really impress me." Xuanyuan Mochen also looked down at Feng Qianya's white culprit hand, and in his coquettish phoenix eyes, there seemed to be a thousand feet high. Fu Tide, that breathtakingly handsome face was not only covered with millennium frost, not only haze, not only anger, but also that inexplicable blush.

Feng Qianya glanced at Xuanyuan Mochen, and saw that he was furious. For the first time, she had a desire to explain. She really wanted to say that her purpose was to strangle his neck, but who knew... that she strangled him wrong. out of place.

Uh... Feng Qianya's beautiful face was getting redder and redder, she withdrew the culprit's hand in embarrassment, and the corners of her lips twitched.

(End of this chapter)