The Cold Regent Keeps a Fox as a Consort

It hurts... hurts... hurts!

Feng Lingran, you are light, don't touch your hands, the fox has injuries.

Soon, Feng Ling’s slender fingers moved open the white fur on the back of the little fox, and saw the traces of the purple fox on his little fox. His **** was fiercely shrunk, and his white fingertips shook a little.

"Wang Ye, this little snow wolf's leg is broken." Qin Wen's finger evoked the snow wolf's unconscious leg, and the eyes flashed strangely. How could the little snow wolf's leg break? Is it...

"Who was here?"

Feng Lingran his fingers to loosen the white hair of the little fox, and the bottom of the scorpion was deep. This regent palace, actually someone dared to start with his little fox?

"When the old slave came, I heard a screaming noise here." After Qin Wen arrived, Feng Lingran was already standing here. Therefore, Qin Wen was not sure, just whether the name was here.

"Can you know who the name is?" Feng Ling said in a deep and dark voice.

Qin Wenhe’s shackles have nothing to do with him. How can he listen to the voices?

Qin Wenchao Wang Auntie and the followers came to ask, "Who do you know who it is?"

Wang Auntie and the next people looked at each other and shook their heads.

"Go and check, within three days, you must find out the name."

Feng Ling Ran Junrong is very cold, his voice is also revealing a cold chill, turning around, ready to take the little fox away, a pair of white little claws suddenly hug Feng Lingran's arm.

"Hey..." Feng Lingran, can you find someone to cure the small snow wolf's leg injury?

The little snow wolf just broke his leg, and now the treatment is still too late. If it is dragged for a long time, even if it is cured, it will fall into the root of the disease.

Feng Ling was low and looked at a little fox who asked him for help. He looked at the little snow wolf. The little snow wolf's eyes kept looking at the little fox in his arms. Feng Ling suddenly felt a little funny.

A little snow wolf looks at a little fox?

Unfortunately, even if this little fox grows up, he can't mate with the little snow wolf...

Feng Ling suddenly stunned his eyebrows and thought of "mating" when he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

This little fox has passed the spirit, not only can understand people, but also communicate with people. The most important thing is... this little fox... I ran into his clothes several times, and his body touched his breath. He will not allow his breath to touch the stupid wolf.

Ok! This is probably the reason why he is uncomfortable.

"Qin Wen, go find Wan Yuyu, let him cure the small snow wolf's leg injury."

When the little fox heard the words of Feng Lingran, he was happy in his heart and smiled. He used his head to lick the arm of Feng Feng.

Beautiful man, you are so good!

Feng Lingran the little fox into the room, took out a delicate small porcelain bottle, opened the cork, and floated out the fragrance of the herbs.

The little fox squats on the bed, and the black fox squints with the elegant movement of the phoenix. The fingers are so beautiful, even a sly, no sputum, is this perfect? Even the fox is smashed!

Feng Lingran saw the little fox sucking his finger at his finger, his eyebrows twitched slightly and said: "This is an ointment, can't eat."

"……"Little Fox.

Keke, the fox is hanging your fingers, not wanting to take ointment...

Feng Lingran his finger on the ointment, and the left finger tip gently opened the hair of the little fox's back, and the ointment was gently applied to the injured place.

The feeling of cool and cool, very comfortable, the injured place did not seem so painful, the little fox rubbed his eyes comfortably, and the eyes in the eyes glared at the handsome face of Feng Ling.

Beautiful man, you are gentle, if you have been so gentle, Fox will like you very much.

When Feng Ling’s finger came back with the ointment, he was careless: “The color fox, this king is very good?”

good looking.

The little fox is heading to the head, and the black cockroach on the phoenix of the phoenix, its heart trembles slightly.

Look good hair! narcissism.

The little fox removed his gaze and didn't look at Feng Ling's smiling eyes. Suddenly, his body was turned over by Feng Lingran and his feet were in the air.

A little fox stunned his eyes, Feng Lingran... You are a rogue!

Feng Lingran saw a little fox holding his limbs tightly. He squinted and said faintly: "Is the claws removed, isn't the king interested in your fox?"

The little fox flies over the top of the crow. It knows that Feng Ling is unlikely to have such interest in the fox, but it is not a fox, its soul is a girl!

Can you think about the feelings of a girl?

"You are the mother?"

Feng Ling suddenly asked the words, let the little fox squint, and blushing, but the fur is thick enough, the fox face can not see red.

"Hey..." is not a mother, a woman... Feng Lingran, your uncle.

Feng Ling saw the voice of the little fox seems to be mixed with the girl's shyness. His thin lips smacked a nice arc, slender fingers removed the claws it held, and opened the white hair, and continued to help it.

When the ointment is good, the smile on the face of Feng Lingran disappeared, and the deep black sputum flashed cold.

The little fox saw Feng Ling’s slender fingers flipping the hair around him, and he wanted to hit the tofu heart.

Feng Lingran, fox is a girl! Girl! Don't worry about other people's clothes...

After all, the little fox was not the opponent of Feng Lingran. He turned over the hair on his body. All the scars were plastered. Then he closed his hand and saw that most of the little fox's body was covered with ointment. Feng Ling's eyes flashed distressed.

The little fox's cheeks are hot and squatting on the bed of Feng Lingran. Hey, Feng Lingran, you see the fox, and the fox wants to sleep you tonight...

One person, one fox, and different minds.

Dinner.

Feng Lingran hugged the little fox who was lying on the bed, and the fingers ran down the white hair on his head and took it out of the room.

When the little fox saw the delicious food on the table, it brightened his eyes and suddenly came to the spirit.

Wow! A lot of delicious.

The little fox looked up and saw Feng Lingran, happy howling, did not think before, now smells the smell of the food, it suddenly feels hungry.

Feng Ling elegantly picked up the jade chopsticks and clipped a piece of chicken to the little fox.

The little fox is also welcome, open his mouth and eat it. The delicious chicken is better than the chicken legs that he used to walk in the dining room. The little fox is a bit strange. Is the food in the dining room graded? The food that was sent to Feng Lingran was made by the super chef?

Of course, what is the grade of food? Even the tableware is graded and can be served on the table by the Regent. It must be the best and unique of the entire palace. Even these cutlery will be washed separately after being taken down by the next person.

Feng Ling has cleanliness, and no one can use it.

But now... Feng Ling seems to have forgotten... He has cleanliness...