The queen concubine please

Chapter 209 Allure: A Pair of Thin White Feet

Dazed for a second, the sound of fighting outside the window caught his attention. He ran over, took a look, and his eyes showed murderous intent. Someone unexpectedly attacked him. Before he had time to think about it, he flew down and slapped that person with a palm, quickly Pull her behind.

It was the first time Ling Feishuang saw Situ Mo fighting with others. He exuded a ruthless look all over his body. Compared with her probing each other with the man in black, his body exuded murderous aura. No mercy.

She didn't know when she held a fan in her hand, and she saw that he just patted that person lightly, the man in black staggered a bit, spat out a mouthful of blood, turned around and glanced at her, and was about to slap her. Fly outside the inn.

Situ Mo watched coldly, and did not chase after him. A figure flew out from another direction, kicked the man to the ground with a volley, stretched out his hand to touch his acupuncture points, and knelt down on one knee to plead guilty: "This subordinate is guilty."

It turned out to be unintentional!
The masked man still looked up and glanced at Ling Feishuang.

Murderous intent appeared in Situ Mo's eyes again, but in the end he just said coldly: "Interrogation!"

After saying a word, she turned around and stared at Ling Feishuang. The peach blossoms were still dancing. She was standing under the tree, she was so beautiful, her black hair was straight down to her waist, and a strand of it was blowing in the wind. When it came to her chest, her body was just a thin underwear, as if she had just bathed, and she didn't even wear shoes on her feet.

With a pair of fine white feet stepping on the crushed peach blossoms, she is like a ray of breeze in the morning light.

Situ Mo was angry, striding over, and picked her up horizontally, so fast, Ling Feishuang didn't even react, she was slightly surprised, how deep is this person's strength?

But he didn't allow her to refute and think too much, he actually entered the room through the window again with her in his arms, and with only a wave of his sleeves, he closed the casement tightly.

When they arrived at the bed, they threw her on it a little bit roughly. Although Ling Feishuang was sensitive, he supported his body with one hand, but the fall still hurt a bit. How could the bed in the inn compare to the softness in the palace.

She sighed, this man is angry.

And when he heard her sigh, his face became more serious, and he leaned over to press her, and clamped tightly under his body.

Ling Feishuang was speechless. He always seemed to like to use this trick to deal with her. Is he taking advantage of it, or is he used to it?

(End of this chapter)