"What do you want to eat?" Jian Yi's voice sounded.
After glancing at the corpses on the ground, Feng Jiuer almost vomited.
Zhan Qingcheng's big palm gently stroked her back, which made her look better.
"If you don't want to eat snake soup, just plain porridge."
"How about taking a rest somewhere else?" Qiao Mu suggested.
"Okay, let's change places." Mu Mu nodded, turned and left.
About two-quarters of an hour later, everyone found a relatively open place to camp.
The sky has turned completely dark, and the late autumn night is a bit cool.
With the tents and bedding sent by several men, I should be able to have a good rest tonight and recharge my batteries.
Tents of different sizes formed a circle, and the brothers sat in the middle, drinking porridge and eating meat.
Fengjiang and a few men were guarding the area, so there wasn't much of a problem for the time being.
In the tent, Feng Jiuer pulled out the last silver needle from Zhan Qingcheng's body, turned around, and packed up the needle bag.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, you'd better not use your internal power for the time being. Your internal injuries haven't improved in the past few days. If..."
When Feng Jiuer turned around, she saw that the man who was lying down just now was sitting and looking down at her.
Under the weak candlelight, Feng Jiuer could still clearly see this handsome face that made people angry.
Following his deep eyes, there is a tall and flawless nose, followed by thin lips that are so perfect that people want to take a bite anytime and anywhere.
Licking her lips, Feng Jiuer's gaze continued down to his sexy Adam's apple.
Further down, the man's broad and strong chest was almost completely visible to his sight.
Feng Jiuer let out a "Gulu", swallowed a mouthful of saliva, immediately stretched out her hands, leaned forward and helped the man in front of her pull up his clothes.
"With this weather, cough...don't catch a cold."
Even though her clothes were untied by her, and even though she had applied needles on his sexy chest just now, Feng Jiuer was still a little unable to resist at this moment.
While she was arranging his clothes, she murmured in her heart: Isn't it already late autumn? Why is it still so hot?
Even though she knew what was going on, Feng Jiuer couldn't say it.
How can it be cold if you live alone in a tent with your boyfriend?
The girl, who was worried that she would lose control, turned around and turned her back to him after tying Zhan Qingcheng's clothes.
Even she didn't expect that after she turned around, she breathed a sigh of relief.
"What's wrong?" Zhan Qingcheng's magnetic voice sounded.
In this small tent, it seemed particularly captivating.
Feng Jiuer didn't dare to look back, fearing that something unexpected might happen if she looked back.
But she couldn't bear to leave, and that was true from her heart.
She really wanted to hug him, even if it was just a simple hug, she would be satisfied.
Of course, if possible, she wouldn't mind something happening again.
"cough……"
The girl, who was almost frightened by her own thoughts, coughed slightly to cover up the pain from biting her tongue just now.
Just now, she actually wanted to bully Uncle Nine Emperors, so don't be too aggressive!
Suddenly, a big palm appeared on her waist. Feng Jiuer's body went limp and she was held in someone's arms.
"Uncle Nine Emperors." As she turned around, she held his arm and gently pushed it away.
After her body was liberated, Feng Jiuer leaned back.
"I'll show you the situation again."
As soon as she finished speaking, Feng Jiuer picked up the man's hand and placed her long fingers on his veins.
But unexpectedly, the man suddenly reached out with his long arms and put her down in his arms again.
Looking up at the person above her, Feng Jiuer struggled to get up, but Zhan Qingcheng didn't let her do so. He hugged her and lay back.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, what are you going to do?" Feng Jiuer met Zhan Qingcheng's gaze and blinked.
"What do you want to do? I will accompany you to the end." Zhan Qingcheng lowered his eyes and looked at the girl in his arms, and his beautiful thin lips curled up.
Feng Jiuer felt as if she had done something bad and was found out. Feng Jiuer's eyes widened and she became more and more uncomfortable.
"I... don't, don't want to do anything?"
"Really?" Zhan Qingcheng increased the strength in his palms, lowered his head, and gradually approached the girl in his arms.
Looking at the handsome face that slowly enlarged, Feng Jiuer's whole body froze.
The man's hot breath fell on her face, and she unconsciously fluttered her doll-like eyelashes.
But she didn't expect that in the next second, his thin lips with warmth would be pressed against hers.
Feng Jiuer's mind went blank and she closed her eyes unconsciously.
She didn't know what was waiting for her, but even her breath was full of expectation.
Zhan Qingcheng leaned over and sealed Feng Jiuer's pink lips, but made no next move.
The atmosphere in the tent was very depressing, making Feng Jiuer a little breathless.
When she was about to suffocate, Zhan Qingcheng let her go.
"Girl, please be patient a little longer. I will never go back on what I promised."
Feng Jiuer took two deep breaths and raised her eyes to look at the man's resolute chin. Feng Jiuer's eyes were still a bit confused.
"Patience? Uncle Nine Emperors...what did you promise?"
"On our wedding night, I want you again." When Zhan Qingcheng lowered his eyes again, his deep eyes had returned to normal.
Feng Jiuer's face turned even redder because of his words.
The little hand she stretched out wanted to hit the man's chest, but in the end she gave up.
After pushing him, she turned her back to him with a shy look.
"It's hard to say who is being patient." Feng Jiuer's voice was a bit hoarse, but mellow and powerful.
This guy's body was so hot that she couldn't believe what he was saying was not true.
Pushing Zhan Qingcheng again, Feng Jiuer wanted to leave in his arms.
"Let me go, I want to go out and check on my brother."
"Rest with me for a while." Zhan Qingcheng hugged the person in his arms, his voice a little soft.
"I'm going to see them..."
"Lie down!" Zhan Qingcheng's patience was limited for a disobedient girl.
However, at this moment, he did not have his usual indifference.
"Okay, I am the king who is patient, you'd better...don't move!"
Feeling the man's strange aura, Feng Jiuer even moved again?
Uncle Nine Emperors actually admitted that he was... being patient?
Feng Jiuer was stunned for a moment and obediently let go of his arm.
Zhan Qingcheng stretched out his big palm, rubbed the little girl's head gently, hugged her with one hand and closed his eyes.
Feng Jiuer kept suppressing her aura, for fear of provoking something again.
Although she has ideas, she definitely doesn't have the courage.
Moreover, the brothers are still outside, separated only by a cloth, how can they...
The more random thoughts she had, the harder it was to suppress her breath.
Suddenly, the man turned over and pressed the anxious girl under him.
"It seems that you can't wait any longer."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhan Qingcheng leaned closer again.
"No!" Feng Jiuer whispered, and immediately stretched out her hands to cover her lips.
Remembering that there were many brothers sitting around, she suddenly had the urge to find a hole and crawl in.
Looking sideways, Feng Jiuer looked back at Zhan Qingcheng, trying to keep her voice low.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, what should I do if I'm swollen?"
