Dominating spoiled marriage: Good Morning, Husband

For a long time, Feng Ying returned to his senses and just squatted down to pick up the pistol on the ground.

Suddenly, an angry voice sounded.

"Damn chinese woman, you deserve to die!"

In the sharp pain, the man suddenly took out the samurai sword at his waist, aimed it at Feng Ying's back and stabbed it straight forward!

Feng Ying turned in panic.

The bright blade reflected on her frightened pupils.

At the moment when the tip of the knife was about to stab her body, suddenly, a hand stretched out out out of thin air and held the blade.

For a moment, the sharp blade pierced the soft flesh.

Tick, tick

The bright red blood splashed down a little and opened bright flowers on the ground.

"Pool banquet!"

Feng Ying's heart almost stopped and stumbled over.

Chi Yan seemed to feel no pain. A Qingjun's face was still morbid pale, and he didn't even frown.

The long leg wrapped in black trousers kicked, which happened to hit the part where Feng Ying had been violent not long ago.

No surprise.

"Ah..."

The man flew one meter away, covered his crotch with his hands, convulsed all over and screamed in his mouth.

"Sorry, my feet are slippery."

Chi Yan still has half a cigarette in his mouth.

After a fight, I didn't even use a cigarette.

Feng Ying anxiously wanted to pull the injured hand of Chi Yan, but Chi Yan avoided it, glanced at her and said lazily, "men and women don't give or receive."

Pooh!

Have you been in bed yet?

"Don't make trouble."

Chi Yan once again avoided Feng Ying's small hand and noticed her tension and worry from her rapid breathing.

A touch of impatience between his eyebrows quietly disappeared and smiled at her. He was elegant like a leopard and loose like a cat.

"I can't die. It's no problem to fight you for 300 rounds immediately. Don't worry. Let's talk about it in bed."

“……”

MD！

She's worried to death. He's still yelling at her!

But this is not the time to fight with him.

She could only restrain her worry and looked at the man lying on the ground not far away, still rolling in pain. She couldn't help but shed a drop of crocodile tears.

"Chi Yan, are we too heavy?"

"Well."

Although Chi Yan could not see the picture in front of him, it did not hinder his imagination.

He smiled a little evil and couldn't help laughing. He even patted her on the head in a good mood, "no, you did a good job."

Cough.

To his evil smiling Junrong, Feng Ying suddenly missed a beat in his heart, and his ears were covered with a thin blush.

I don't know how, at this moment, she suddenly felt a little shy, covered up her hair, smiled badly, and joked, "as a man, do you feel the taste of egg pain?"

Chi Yan looked at her with a smile, "believe it or not, I make you hurt without eggs?"

“……”

Feng Ying gave him a sad stare.

Their 'flirting' fell into the man's eyes and made him almost bite his teeth!

After a few minutes of buffer time, the pain gradually subsided. He slowly stood up, looked at Feng Ying coldly, and then picked up one side of the samurai sword.

"Major general Chi, dare you have a fair duel with me?"

“……”

The pond banquet picked eyebrows and said nothing, looking lazy.

The man held the knife and approached step by step.

"If I win, you let me leave with Feng Ying. If I lose, I die! How about it?"