The strongest card supplier of the god-level system in the apocalypse

Chapter 2092 Don't Play With Fire
Fang Fan is ready to directly enter the small world of Chutian Pavilion at any time. In any case, the most important thing is to save his own life...

As for the rest, that's complete nonsense...

I can't save my life, and it's useless to say a thousand words and ten thousand...

Fang Fan followed behind Murong Yu, and then they entered the first-class room of the battleship, which was also the room where Murong Yu rested.

Fang Fan's eyes glanced at Murong Yu's plump figure, and he began to mutter inwardly...

Don't dare to slack off at this moment...

"Those rumors..."

"You spread it?"

"Did you just want to talk nonsense outside because you had some conversations with me?"

Murong Yu stared directly at him with icy cold eyes, as if he was interrogating, mixed with a sense of helplessness.

Fang Fan pouted, he thought it was something...

So she was pulled over to ask questions?

"not my business!"

"I never talked about that."

"Master Murong, don't worry, there will always be some tough guys in this world, they are used to arrange these things..."

"For these people, just keep them at arm's length, and don't need to pay too much attention."

Fang Fan nodded secretly, and said very sincerely.

"Is it?"

"Then you have never thought about this in your heart? Even if it's only for a moment..."

"Think about it before answering..."

"If you say that you have thought about it... maybe I can still fulfill your wish!"

Murong Yu suddenly smiled charmingly, and then habitually stretched out his tender fingers and walked over to pick Fang Fan's chin.

Fang Fan: "..."

This woman is playing with fire...

Is it such a naked temptation?
This infinite style... Who is it for?

The more this kind of time, the more Fang Fan can't relax his vigilance...

He heard a saying a long time ago: women are used to deceiving, and the more beautiful a woman is, the more deceitful she is.

The red-clothed archbishop of the first-class Temple of the Alliance of Light in front of him is full of charm, with a plump figure and exquisite and delicate features... It should be the image of a beautiful goddess in the minds of men.

The place that should be thin is thin, and the place that should be plump is not bad at all.

When she said this, Fang Fan became more vigilant.

Fang Fan doesn't want to think about dying under the peony flower and being a ghost or something.

"I'm putting all my heart into cultivation right now, and I only hope that during the admissions assessment of Guangming Academy, I can successfully help our Qingtian Sanctuary Guangming Alliance Temple to win a hundred places for students from the inner palace. This is not in vain. Master Murong's gambling..."

"All I'm thinking about are the three promises made by Master Murong!"

"As for the rest...form is emptiness and form...that's all."

Fang Fan directly changed the subject, his expression suddenly became extremely solemn.

At this moment, Murong Yu, the red-clothed archbishop of the first-class Temple of the Alliance of Light, suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the belt on Fang Fan's chest...

Then he pulled and walked directly towards the bed.

Fang Fan opened his mouth, now he is very embarrassed, whether to resist or not to resist...

Do you choose to hide directly in the small world of Chutian Pavilion and come in alone, or stay as a mountain and let it be disposed of?
"Master Murong, this...is not good..."

"Outsiders are watching..."

Fang Fan's face was dark, although they said that they were in the first-class room of this large flying battleship at the moment, but what happened before, I don't know how many pairs of eyes are staring at this place...

The slightest movement here will be known to everyone.

(End of this chapter)