Countless officers and soldiers armed with knives rushed out from both sides of the street.
Several rows of archers emerged from behind the eaves. Before they could see clearly what was going on, they saw Feng Jingyun flying past them. The flying speed was like a gust of wind. Many people could not see clearly, let alone know whether she was being captured.
The invisible Jun Lone Shang hugged her waist.
The archers did not dare to fire their arrows without receiving orders.
The officers and soldiers chased in the direction of Feng Jingyun. Officers and soldiers dressed in the same clothes appeared out of nowhere, and the two groups were killed.
If you are careful, you will notice that the officers and soldiers who appeared are wearing a black embroidered dragon pattern square scarf on their chest.
The people with the embroidered square scarves were the men and horses sent by Jun Mo Shang. Unfortunately, Jun Youqi's soldiers and guards didn't see clearly or react, and a large piece fell down.
The dragnet set up by Jun Youqi was not deployed because he was afraid that Feng Jingyun was pregnant and was afraid of hurting her.
In a moment, Jun Mo Shang had carried Feng Jingyun to the outskirts of the capital, and had flown over dozens of miles with Qinggong.
Jun Youqi chased after him, and was attacked by several groups of black-clad killers along the way. Because he had already arranged officers and soldiers along the road, the killers and officers and soldiers killed each other. Jun Youqi himself also lost Jun Mo Shang because of the killer's obstruction.
and Feng Jingyun’s traces.
In an inconspicuous village residence, Jun Mo Shang carried Feng Jingyun into the courtyard, and then into the room. Before Feng Jingyun could stand still, his lips were sealed with a hungry and overbearing kiss.
The iron arm hugged her waist tightly, as if to break her waist. She hugged his arm and kissed her back with the same passion.
The wet and slippery lips and tongues intertwined, her temperature was blazing, and his lips were cold. The contrast between warmth and heat was huge, but it was like hot fire melting ice, and they were about to melt together.
Jun Mo Shang was wearing half a mask on the left side of his face. From time to time, she touched his mask and the right side of his unshaven face.
The short and hard beard made her face hurt a little, but she didn't care at all, and he forgot about it. The two of them were like dew meeting after a long drought, or dry wood meeting a raging fire, and they were out of control.
The overwhelming longing she felt from him almost overwhelmed her.
His arms holding her tightly even trembled a little.
"Jingyun, I miss you, I miss you so much!" He kissed her crazily, even his voice trembled, and his bloody right eye was filled with tired bloodshot eyes. It looked like he hadn't rested for a long time.
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He stared at her anxiously and touched her, "Are you injured anywhere? Are you uncomfortable anywhere? Are you uncomfortable anywhere?"
He had always been ruthless and evil, like a life-seeking ghost in hell, but he was so worried about her safety. She shook her head with emotion and touched his strong body through the clothes. He didn't wear much, and he was big.
There were only two pieces for winter, and she knew he had lost weight by feeling them under her hands.
The living conditions on the desert island at sea were difficult, and he didn't lose weight. But now he has lost a lot of weight!
The clothes fell to the ground one by one. She knew she was pregnant and shouldn't take the next step, but she didn't want to refuse because she missed him so much!
Not only was the longing in her heart overwhelming, she also missed his cold body.
He carried her to the bed and put down the bed curtain.
Half madly, half cautiously, he started a most primitive love affair with her.
After an hour, the uncontrollable passion finally stopped, and he hugged her tightly in his arms. She was so tired that she couldn't even take a breath.
He pressed her body again and started a new round of lovemaking...
