Concubine Allure: Pick up a prince and grab the country

Chapter 81 Chapter 94

After finishing speaking, he waved his big sleeve casually, and the rabbit that jumped to the ground just now was swept up by his fierce sleeve wind, and slammed into the rocky mountain fiercely.

The rabbit's brain was shattered and splattered all over the place, and the internal organs were also shaken out of the body. The white fluffy hair was now completely stained with blood, and it could no longer be seen that it was a rabbit.

Seeing the bloody scene, Yan Qingcheng's heart shrank and he kept sinking.

Fu Fengyu's warning - straight to the point!
The explosion just now caused her consciousness to weaken rapidly. She couldn't control her body gradually weakening, and she couldn't control the desire~fire east~crash in her body. She only hated why there was no lake water in front of her, so she jumped down.

Fu Fengyu slowly approached Yan Qingcheng, Yan Qingcheng clenched his bloody fist tightly, his eyes full of guard and slowly stepped back, and he didn't stop until he was next to the pillar.

Yan Qingcheng's breath was disordered, and she tried her best to hold on to the last trace of sobriety and said:

"Fu Fengyu, what are you doing here?"

Fu Fengyu walked to Yan Qingcheng and stopped three steps away. She looked at Yan Qingcheng, and her smile slowly faded from the corner of her mouth. With the breath of death.

Fu Fengyu seems to be living in hell, the most beautiful messenger, although walking in the yang world, always carries a bloodthirsty yin energy.

"Xiao Qingqing, of course I came here to save you."

Yan Qingcheng's cheeks were flushed from the heat, and her forehead was dripping with sweat. Her consciousness was constantly struggling with the desire and hallucinations brought about by the medicine. Whenever she was about to lose herself, she would pinch her fingertips into her palm In the wound, to keep awake for a moment, she tossed the wound back and forth, and the blood flowed out from the fingers.

Fu Fengyu glanced at Yan Qingcheng's blood-stained clothes, his eyes froze, his big sleeves flicked towards Yan Qingcheng, Yan Qingcheng's body suddenly fell, Fu Fengyu dodged, and caught it firmly she.

Fu Fengyu felt the person in her arms, her dense eyelashes trembling slightly, her limbs were slightly stiff.

The slender finger bones gently scratched Yan Qingcheng's face, and the corners of his mouth were slightly grinned.

"Interesting, really interesting, you can still struggle, how strong is your heart? Yan Qingcheng..."

He hugged Yan Qingcheng horizontally, and was about to take people away when he suddenly found that directly in front of him was a man in white, standing facing the wind, holding a white jade jug in his hand, and looking at him quietly with blue glazed phoenix eyes full of indifference and alienation.

Mo Fengyi——

Fu Fengyu's pupils shrank.

He is a difficult opponent. The last time he fought in the Yongding Hou Mansion, if he hadn't sneaked up in the dark, I am afraid it would be difficult to escape.

"Mo Fengyi, it seems that you are more and more interested in meddling with the affairs of the Marquis of Yongding?" Fu Fengyu sneered.

"It just so happens, let's take care of it." Mo Fengyi said indifferently.

"Could it be a coincidence this time?"

This place is located in an extremely secluded corner of the Reclining Buddha Pavilion, how could that playboy Yan Tianyou choose a place where people could be discovered by "coincidentally" to start his attack.

Mo Fengyi's blue eyes turned slightly, and landed on the dead rabbit's corpse not far away, "It smells like blood and comes here."

There was no emotion in his tone, as if it was really just a coincidence.

It was only when his eyes shifted to the unconscious Yan Qingcheng's face that he was slightly moved that an ordinary person should have.

"I don't know, where does the young priest of Jingguo plan to take Princess Longxiang of Qiguo?" He deliberately bit Jingguo and Qiguo hard, trying to make Fu Fengyu understand his situation.

Fu Fengyu stood still, her seductive red dress with wide sleeves and wide sleeves was windless, and a blood-red mist gradually rose around her. He hugged Yan Qingcheng and smiled evilly in the mist.

(End of this chapter)