The cold emperor's lovely concubine

Chapter 442 Little Jiuer is Drunk
"hot……"

So hot……

Feng Xiaojiu just felt that there was a fireball inside her body, as if it was constantly burning, and the hot air was constantly coming out from the deepest part of her body.

It was the first time she tried this kind of sudden and huge burning heat, which made Feng Xiaojiu feel her cheeks were burning hot, and even the breath she exhaled had a burning sensation.

Hot sweat kept coming out of her body, making Feng Xiaojiu seem to take off all the clothes on her body, so cool.

Thinking in her heart, Feng Xiaojiu began to subconsciously touch her collar with her hands, planning to unbutton her clothes so that she could breathe.

However, at this moment, Feng Xiaojiu didn't know that a tall figure was slowly walking towards her.

At this moment, the night is deep.

The guards on duty outside were constantly cross-patrolling.

Dugu Ming looked at the tent in front of him, and his sword eyebrows could not help frowning slightly.

"Why is it so late, he still hasn't slept!?"

Dugu Ming's thin lips parted slightly, muttering to himself.

It was late at night, but he couldn't sleep tonight.

In my mind, I keep thinking about everything that happened today.

Faintly, he always felt that it was strange, but for a while, he couldn't tell.

So, he decided to go out for a walk.

Who knew, after walking and recovering, someone else had already come here.

Seeing the bright lights in the tent, Dugu Mingyu's steps to turn around and leave couldn't help but stop.

I wondered in my heart why it was so late and he still didn't sleep! ?
Just as Dugu Ming was wondering in his heart, he saw the actions of the people inside from the reflection in the tent.

Looking at the swaying figure, like a drunk, made Dugu Ming feel puzzled and worried.

Thinking about the assassination tonight made Dugu Ming feel lingering fear.

What he was afraid of was not that the assassin wanted to assassinate him.

Instead, I was worried about that little man, so innocent, what would he do if he encountered an assassin again! ?

There is no guarantee that the assassin will not come back...

Thinking of this, Dugu Ming stopped thinking about other things, took a big step, and walked towards the tent.

However, when Dugu Ming lifted the hanging curtain, he hadn't seen the situation inside, but felt a strong smell of wine, and it quickly came to his nostrils.

Hearing this, Dugu Ming's beautiful brows couldn't help but twitch slightly.

With doubtful eagle eyes, he even looked into the camp, and what he saw was Feng Xiaojiu standing in front of the table, holding up the wine bowl while stretching out his hand to tug at the collar, and gulping down the wine.

Inside the tent, the lights were brightly lit, and I saw that petite little man, with charming eyes, flushed cheeks, raised his little head, and was drinking strong wine in a 'gurgling' manner.

Feelings, he drank the spirits like water!

Doesn't he know that drinking like this is very harmful to his body! ?
Thinking of this, Dugu Ming immediately felt angry.

As soon as the thin lips parted, the angry voice escaped from his mouth——

"What are you doing!?"

The man spoke with a cold voice, as if coming from an ice cave, which lowered the surrounding temperature a lot.

If Feng Xiaojiu, who was sober in the past, would definitely feel dizzy and timid when she heard the man's gloomy and cold voice.

Because the man is angry!
But now, Feng Xiaojiu is already drunk to a mess.

At this moment, Feng Xiaojiu just felt so hot, as if she was in a stove, and she didn't have any strength in her body.

(End of this chapter)