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1121. End 1

When Feng Xinglang spoke, he reached out and stroked Yuwen Luoshuang's head. Thinking about it carefully, he really rarely took her thoughts during these days. He always thought that she would not take these things to heart, but there shouldn't be anyone in the world who would be so generous.

Looking at Feng Xinglang's expression as if soothing a child, Yuwen Luoshuang suddenly felt a sense of frustration.

"What's so jealous about this kind of thing?"

"The lady is really jealous, otherwise how could she smell such a strong jealousy?"

After saying that, Feng Xinglang pressed his entire body against Yuwen Luoshuang, and then began to sniff upward along her arms, and finally kissed her slightly on her face.

Just when she was about to refute, Feng Xinglang had already carried her whole body to his thighs, and then he began to kiss her smooth face unscrupulously.

Because under the guidance of Concubine Qi, Yuwen Luoshuang recently changed back to her women's clothing. Naturally, her clothes were still in a pair with the wind and waves. As long as they walked in front of everyone, they would be known that the relationship between them was extraordinary.

"I ate buns in the morning and got a little vinegar."

"No wonder the sour smell when I was dear wife, and it also had a slight fragrance."

After Feng Xinglang finished speaking, Yuwen Luoshuang tapped his head with the book in his hand to show that she was a little embarrassed now. When she met Feng Xinglang, she repeatedly broke her skills, and until now she had completely completely used this person who seemed to be the king of the world.

Because Feng Xinglang was unwilling to become the emperor of the Dragon Martial Empire, the throne became a suspended state in the past few days. However, no one chose to compete for the throne, because everyone knew that the Feng Zheng of Feng Shang Sect was the only candidate in the world who had the position of king.

"Madam, it will hurt to hit someone like this."

"I don't think you will feel pain, it depends on your thick skin."

"No, Wei's face is still very thin. If you are unfortunate, the lady will touch Wei's face."

While talking, Feng Xinglang had already pinched Yuwen Luoshuang's finger and touched his face. The latter was itchy and dodged back for a while. With the direction of her eyes falling, he saw Yuwen Ning, who was originally lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at her in confusion.

Seeing this, Yuwen Luoshuang shook Feng Xinglang's arm hard, "I woke up, I woke up." "I have already woken up long ago and haven't been sleeping."

"I mean, Yuwen Ning woke up."

As Yuwen Luoshuang's words fell, Feng Xinglang immediately turned his head to the direction of the bed. When he saw Yuwen Ning blinking his eyes, he quickly stood up from the chair, and then placed Yuwen Luoshuang next to him.

He was a little unbelievable because the doctor once said that based on his current condition, Yu Wen Ning didn't know when he would wake up, or he would never wake up.
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