"Zhuo Bingshan, I'm Jin Yuan. There's something wrong with that blood lotus seed. You should wake up quickly..."
Jin Yuan pulled his sleeve and said in his ears.
But he seemed to hear nothing
Confused eyes fell on Jin Yuan's face, and a smirk appeared on the corner of her lips
"What are you?"
"ah?"
Jin Yuan was stunned by his indifferent tone
At this moment, she couldn't care about the question of whether it was not image or not. She grabbed his sleeve and tried to recall his consciousness, and shouted: "I am the little god of wealth Jin Yuan!"
He looked at her coldly for a while, and the expression in his eyes kept changing.
She gave him a feeling that was too familiar...
Who is she...
But as soon as he focused his mind, the torn pain hit his heart
He covered his heart and gasped quietly
Breathing is getting harder and my heart is so painful that I can't breathe
"Zhuo Bingshan, what's wrong with you?" Jin Yuan looked at him in shock.
Like that sudden crazy time, his eyes not only turned golden, but also became difficult to breathe!
Looking at his increasingly ugly face, a layer of cold sweat gradually emerged from Jin Yuan's palms.
She didn't care about anything, jumped up and grabbed his clothes, kissed him on the lips
"Hurry up and open your mouth, I'll give you the fairy spirit..."
She urged him in a low voice
He was scolded by her, and he really opened his mouth obediently
I don’t know how long I spent my fairy energy, until Jin Yuan was breathless, and Zhuo Yanchong’s manic aura disappeared.
The golden eyes also returned to a bright light.
"Little Yuanbaoer..."
Zhuo Yan called her in a hoarse voice, and couldn't help but hug her waist and kiss her in a guest's favor.
The long kiss finally ended in Jin Yuan's panting
Everyone, including Changsun Yan, looked at them in amazement
A red cloud immediately flew on Jin Yuan's face
"What a shame, I'm just trying to save the immortal spirit for you..."
She punched him gently and muttered in a low voice