Mrs. General can't be messed with

Chapter 170
Will it be accidentally, fall, hiss...

Master, Xing'er is fine, you old man should take care of yourself, I will go back to see you when I have time.

Erniang, Xing'er is wrong, you are right, as long as you feel happy, it's fine together, I support you.

Brother Ji Feng, I'm sorry, Xing'er shouldn't provoke you, I only think of you as my brother.

"Very hungry." In his sleep, Murong Xing said a lot in a daze. While talking, he felt very hungry, so he picked up a chicken wing and put it in his mouth.

"hiss……"

"It's so fishy." Murong Xing followed the 'chicken wings', and suddenly found that the 'chicken wings' seemed to be undercooked, and the smell of blood was particularly strong.

She opened her eyes and found that the sky was already dark. She held the 'chicken wings' in front of her eyes and shouted in fright: "Ah!"

She shook off the 'chicken wing' but she not only shook off the 'chicken wing' but also her own.

"what!"

Leng Lingfeng jumped up, stretched out his arms to wrap around her slender waist, hugged her and turned back to the original spot, the two of them fell down on the glazed tile like this.

Leng Lingfeng looked at her, looked at her dazed appearance, with a faint smile, if he hadn't been paying attention to her all the time.

He also gave her his fingers as food for her to chew on, and the consequences would be disastrous.

"It's a little confusing."

Murong Xing, who was crushed under her, blushed embarrassingly, she had completely forgotten that she was still on the roof, seeing what he said, she retorted: "That's not because I trust you."

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt that what she said seemed too much, so she quickly changed the subject: "Can you leave me?"

"Okay." This time Leng Lingfeng didn't say anything, and got up from her body, because, because of something, he was dishonest again.

"Ahem, that, that was your finger just now." Murong Xing tidied up his dress, sat aside, rubbed his fingers, and asked faintly.

Leng Lingfeng also responded lightly: "Yes."

"Let me help you apply the medicine!" She took his big hand and put it on her lap, then took out a small bottle of medicine powder from her arms, looked at the bleeding middle finger, and apologized embarrassedly: "I was sorry just now."

"En." Leng Lingfeng still looked into the distance solemnly, and replied lightly.

His big hand was placed on her thigh, he could clearly feel the softness on her thigh, and his mouth was dry for a while.

Murong Xing didn't know that he was going off the rails, after taking the medicine, he looked at this slender big hand, which was even more beautiful than a woman's hand, isn't it a general?

Why isn't this hand full of calluses?
"Leng Lingfeng, what's your weapon?" Murong Xing couldn't see any trace of a weapon in his hand, but his martial arts are so powerful, he must have a weapon, but he has never seen it before.

Leng Lingfeng was obviously having a hard time, but he was reluctant to withdraw his hand, and pursed his chapped lips: "Sword."

"Oh, but I've never seen you bring a sword." Murong Xing didn't notice his discomfort, and forgot to take the big hand off his leg.

Leng Lingfeng answered simply and clearly: "On the waist."

This time Murong Xing finally noticed that something was wrong with him, she had been looking at him, and as usual, he would also be looking at her when talking, but because of Mao, he always kept his eyes fixed on the distance.

She also looked into the distance following his eyes, and she could vaguely see that the place was very lively, as if, as if.

"It's **, Yard." Murong Xing called out in surprise, and stood up straight.

(End of this chapter)