“……”

The dragon's forehead suddenly jumped up.

If this king wants to kill people and kill people, can you Yan Qiyu still live until now?

If you don't go, this king will go, okay?!

The man in the dark clothes had a cold face, brushed his sleeves up, and strode away.

He walked past the young man in red who was kneeling on the ground and didn't even look at him.

A certain prince rolls first as a respect.

Fenghua seemed to hear Feng Jin's heartbroken voice.

Cracking sound.

Feng Jin carried the bright red robe, stood up by himself, glared resentfully with tearful eyes, sat elegantly and lazily in front of the table of the Eight Immortals, the woman in the light purple skirt and green silk like ink, gritted her teeth and said: "The princess's words today, Feng Jin has written it down!" ”

"You can get out of here, too." Fenghua does not squint, holding chopsticks in his slender white and green hands, and casually tastes the delicacies of a table.

In a word, let Fengjin roll ...... No, it's not to go, it's not to stay.

If you stay, you will inevitably suffer humiliation.

Walk?

Didn't you call her heart and answer her word "get out"?

Feng Jinyan's hands under the red sleeves couldn't help but clench into fists, and the bone joints were blue and white.

He stood still, his face changing for a moment, and finally he rolled away.

·

Evening, Jin Ye Pavilion.

The rhombic window is half-open, and the moon in the sky is shining.

The slender body of the young man in red was reclining on the windowsill, one leg bent, his fair and slender hands resting on his knees, and he carried a delicate jade-colored wine bottle.

He tilted his head slightly, raised his hand and took a sip of wine, the clear wine crossed his delicate jaw and white Adam's apple, and the tails of his eyes were dyed with a sparkling light.

Drunk and slightly drunk, his stunningly demonic face was full of loneliness.

He just likes someone.

And that person happens to be a man.

What's wrong with him?

"Jin'er." A deep, magnetic voice rang in my ears.

Feng Jin only thought that he was drunk and had auditory hallucinations, but ignored them.

Long Jue, he actually treated him like this because of Yan Qiyu, how could he appear here?

Feng Jin wanted to raise his hand, and then raised his head to pour himself a sip of wine, but who knew that one hand snatched the wine bottle strongly, and his tone was low and displeased: "This king is here, you dare to drink wine alone." ”

After speaking.

The man in the dark robe held the wine he had snatched from Feng Jin in his hand, aimed at his thin lips, and raised his head slightly to take a sip.

That position happened to be Feng Jin's lips, the place that had just been touched.

Feng Jin turned his head in shock, and his tearful eyes flashed with disbelief and joy: "Lord Wang......"

Long Jue licked the thin water on his lips and praised: "Jin'er's wine tastes wonderful. ”

The action of licking his lips made the man's handsome and cold appearance flow out of an evil awe.

Feng Jin's heart was hot.

Somehow, I subconsciously felt that the "wonderful taste" praised in Long Jue's mouth was not wine, but ...... He.

Feng Jin's slender body couldn't help but soften, don't let go of his hot face, and said stiffly: "Didn't the prince punish Jin'er for meditating on himself in the Jinye Pavilion, what are you doing in the Jinye Pavilion at this time?" ”

"If this king doesn't come tonight, won't Jin'er be alone in the empty boudoir?" Long Jue's throat rolled, and a low and pleasant smile overflowed from his thin lips, pulling the red-clothed young man in front of him.

Feng Jin snorted dissatisfiedly: "What is the empty boudoir alone, this description of a woman, I am not a woman." ”

"Yes. Jin'er is not a woman, but Jin'er is the eternal princess of Yong in the king's mind......"

Before Feng Jin could be moved, Long Jue's big palm was raised, and with a "tear-" sound, the red clothes fell to the ground.