In that flash of lightning, Feng Jiuer's head was completely stunned.
What happened? Her head suddenly felt empty, and she didn't even know where she was at this moment.
All I know is that the feeling on my lips is very soft, indescribably soft, and the taste on my lips is very sweet...
The body that was originally lying down was turned over at some point.
The heavy breath, together with his hard and strong body, filled the sky and the earth, pressing her densely, suppressing all her reason to the point of collapse.
It was so hot...it was so hot that her whole body felt limp and her limbs were weak, and she couldn't even lift her hands.
Really hot...
"Um……"
Outside, the two sides were still in a stalemate, but inside, the girl's deep voice fell clearly on the ears of every martial arts practitioner.
After a while, Nanmen was so proud that he almost went crazy!
"You said Feng Jiu'er is treating Ah Jiu! Is this how the treatment is done? What are they doing?"
She couldn't control that much, she couldn't wait for a moment, she was so anxious!
She slapped Yu Jingfeng in front of her. This time, she really couldn't stand it anymore!
It's not a cure, it's clearly Feng Jiu'er humming! That's... that's a sound that can only be made when a man and a woman are entangled!
Feng Jiuer's low moan just now was heard by Yu Jingfeng and the brothers of Fei Long Twelve Riders.
Yu Jingfeng's ears felt hot and he didn't pay attention, and he was almost slapped by the queen's palm.
He narrowly escaped and still stood in front of Nanmen Rong, saying in a deep voice: "No matter what, no one is allowed to enter the prince's tent!"
The strange thing is that such a big thing happened, why didn't the master just take a look?
Although they don't need the old lord here, with the old lord's love for the prince, he shouldn't stay in the tent so quietly.
The two sides outside suddenly started fighting again.
Feng Jiuer, who was feeling weak inside and had completely sunk in, suddenly came back to his senses amidst the sound of fighting outside.
When I opened my eyes, I couldn't even believe my eyes. How could this happen?
She...she and Nine Emperors Uncle...how could this happen?
How terrifying! Uncle Nine Emperors was pressing on her body, his head still buried in the door of her heart...
"Ah! Uncle Nine Emperors! You..." Feng Jiuer bit her thin lips hard, trying to swallow back her screams.
His hands fell on Zhan Qingcheng's shoulders and he pushed him away hastily.
Unexpectedly, this time, I could actually push him aside.
However, Zhan Qingcheng still held her tightly and was unwilling to let go.
His eyes were a little distracted, as if they had no focus. I am afraid that what he did just now was while he was half asleep and half awake.
But how could Uncle Nine Emperors be so bad! While half asleep and half awake, he could do such a thing to others and bully them like this!
If she hadn't seen Uncle Nine Emperors really confused and his eyes were lifeless, Feng Jiuer would have really couldn't help but argue with him.
If you suck blood, you suck blood. You can't bully others!
If he thought like this, how could he dare to take off his clothes in front of him next time?
It's all because of Yu Jingfeng, that bastard. Why did Duan Duan show that kind of palace book to Uncle Nine Emperors? Isn't this inducing Uncle Nine Emperors to commit a crime?
Yu Jingfeng is a super bastard!
However, my body is chilly and the fighting is still fierce outside. There is no point in worrying about this issue now.
Feng Jiuer blushed and hurriedly put her clothes back on herself.
Just as she was about to go out, unexpectedly, the man on the bed, who had almost fallen into a dream, grabbed her wrist after realizing that she wanted to leave.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, I'm just going out to tell them not to make any noise, so as not to disturb you while you rest."
Feng Jiu'er was pulled so hard that she almost fell on top of him. She finally managed to stabilize her body, but she could only lie on the soft bed and carefully pull away his fingers one by one.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, be good and I will come back as soon as I go. I promise, it will be very soon."
Zhan Qingcheng said nothing, but the force holding her wrist never let go.
Outside, the sound of fighting was getting more and more intense. Uncle Nine Emperors was really tired, and he was still drowsy and wanted to sleep.
However, it seems that he really doesn't like her running away from him, or is he able to sleep peacefully only if she is here?
In short, holding her so tightly is so willful! What if there are casualties outside?
However, if you want to reason with an unconscious person, it is simply impossible.
Uncle Jiuhuang's face is still so pale, which makes people feel distressed just looking at him. If possible, Feng Jiuer would not want to leave him for a moment!
His complexion has obviously improved, but that damn Nanmen Rong must torture him like this!
"Uncle Nine Emperors, how about... I sing a song to you, and after I sing, you let go and go to sleep, okay?"
There was still no response from the other party. Jiu'er bit her lip and could only laugh and sing: "I haven't fully felt the climate of blooming snowflakes yet..."
People outside are really serious about fighting, but everyone has some doubts in their hearts.
Some are angry and resentful, some are stunned and puzzled, and some, like Yu Jingfeng, actually know what Feng Jiuer is doing, but there is blood outside and romance inside, brothers don't understand!
The melodious singing was actually really nice. The men who were beaten until their breath was confused and their blood was boiling, finally gradually stopped.
Nanmen Rongshun took a breath and wanted to say something, but suddenly found that at this time, he couldn't say a word.
She didn't know what to say. Feng Jiuer's singing voice was so childish and indecent to her.
However, even through a door curtain, one could feel that the breathing of the seriously ill man inside was gradually calming down, becoming more even and longer.
His breath also seemed to be relaxing little by little, becoming quieter little by little, like an obedient child gradually falling asleep to his mother's singing.
Did he really fall asleep?
The singing is still there, bit by bit, bit by bit, refreshing.
"...When the scenery is clear, maybe you will accompany me to watch the long flowing water."
"Uncle Nine Emperors, we agreed that we should sleep well after singing. Now, let go of my hand and sleep well."
The five fingers holding her wrist moved slightly, but the strength was still there.
Feng Jiuer lowered her eyes and looked at his face, which was gradually regaining some color. Her face darkened slightly: "If you don't let me go, I will ignore you and never sing to you again."
Finally, he loosened his fingers, his big palm slipped from her wrist, and quietly landed on the soft surface.
Uncle Nine Emperors finally fell asleep, but his breathing, even though it was even, was getting weaker and weaker.
Feng Jiuer covered him with a quilt, then turned and walked out.
Staring at Nanmen Rong, who was wearing a murderous aura in front of her, she said indifferently: "If you really like him, you shouldn't let him get hurt in the slightest!"