Lu Xiaojin looked at his brother's bruised and swollen cheeks, coughed dryly, and looked a little embarrassed:
"Actually, there is something wrong with me."
Um? Will Lu Xiaojin take the initiative to admit her mistake? No, she must be thinking of a reason to beat me up. This is her conspiracy, so cunning... Lu Feng was taken aback for a moment, his thoughts softened, and he snorted softly in his heart.
If you want him to fall into Lu Feng's trap, there is no way, he will never fall for it.
It was too late, but Lu Feng rushed forward, hugged Lu Xiaojin's calf, and shouted:
"Sister, it's Ah Feng's fault, it's Ah Feng who failed to understand sister's painstaking efforts."
The old servant Arowana hid his face and turned around.
A blush appeared on Lu Xiaojin's beautiful face. She felt a little embarrassed and was about to speak, but Lu Feng spoke first:
"Sister Xiaojin, if you don't forgive Ah Feng today, Ah Feng will never be able to kneel down."
Lu Xiaojin said helplessly:
"I forgive you and I won't do it again."
"Okay." Lu Feng Ma Liu stood up.
The night breeze was cold, Lu Feng was silent for a while, and then said coquettishly:
"Sister Xiaojin, can A Feng ask you for a favor?"
"Say." Lu Xiaojin said coldly.
"Hehe." Lu Feng said with a silly smile on his face.
"Sister, it's not a big deal, you can do it with just a few clicks of your fingers.
Can you give that Li Xuantong, my fellow Li family boy, a good beating? "
"My ancestors told me not to cause trouble when I go out." Lu Xiaojin was a little embarrassed, but she kept rubbing her wrists, which seemed to be itchy, and she was quite interested in Lu Feng's suggestion.
"Sister, my brother will give you all the money for the family fortune this year." Lu Feng rubbed his hands.
"Five years of blessing money." Lu Xiaojin glanced at Lu Feng lightly:
"Sister, I know what you are thinking.
In the secret realm of Daolian, if anyone comes near Su Huayi, I will beat him up for you. "
"Then...back to Butian Pavilion..." Lu Feng was moved, but still in a dilemma.
"Any disciple of the ninth generation will do." Lu Xiaojin said calmly:
"Disciples from previous generations have to pay more."
"That's enough, that's enough, just do what sister said..." Lu Feng smiled with a smile on his face, raised his chest and raised his head, and snorted in his heart, Li Xuantong, there's no way you want to compete with me, Lu Feng, as the painter's sister.
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The main hall was not closed, and the night wind filled the whole hall, quietly listening to the lovers' heartfelt exchanges after they reunited.
The man said: "Jing'er, I miss you so much."
The woman said:
"Wujiang, me too."
The woman asked again:
"How much do you want it?"
The man was slightly startled: "I just really want it."
"Then you really want to think too much," the woman asked.
The man was speechless:
"I just want it very much and I want it very much."
"Then... I really, really, really, really, really, really want to think about it too much?" the woman asked again.
"Bang!" Ye Feng couldn't listen any more and was so angry that he slammed the door and walked out.
The two people in the hall hugged each other tightly, breathing each other and grinding their lips and teeth.
The hot love is burning the two of them crazily, and the passing scenes are as fast as a revolving lantern.
We met for the first time, got along day and night, stayed in the same room day and night, had disagreements, and found love in the cold war.
She is by my side day and night, lovingly accompanying her for a long time. Even if a disaster strikes, I still want to be in the same boat.
Unfortunately, things backfired, the collapse came too quickly, and the confirmation of love came too late.
There was no time to express too much sincerity, so we were forced to part ways.
The sky is on one side, life and death are on both sides, and yin and yang are separated from each other.
In the new world, she often fell into a dream at night, and it was still the same vast ocean. The wind and waves involved her and Wujiang. She drowned and woke up again and again.
She washed her face with tears and lost her soul. It was not until the birth of Xiao Nianxia that she cheered up in the silent grief.
She lives for Wujiang, which she cannot return to.
But when she was in a secular country, she encountered a statue of a god worshiped by the people.
The people said that the idol was alive.
She didn't believe it.
She believed it again.
In the pouring rain, she saw the figure she had longed for.
Maybe the love was too deep, occupying her mind and heart, and she couldn't hear what Wujiang was saying, but she could see Wujiang's anxiety, and the words Dao Lian's secret realm.
So, here she comes.
