Chapter 286: Foot socks

The banquet ended in a tense atmosphere. Immediately after the banquet ended, Leona, the prince of the fierce sun, was forcibly pulled away by the accompanying messengers. Regardless of the consumption, the spacecraft was directly activated to the maximum power, which can be said to be continuous. Running away!

Leona originally wanted to catch up with Fujiang, but the messenger who came was very strong. It was the guardian of this generation of Suzaku. She resisted, but she was eventually pulled away!

As for Fujiang...

Fujiang wiped the sweat from his forehead very gently for the Holy Kaisha. He felt that the Holy Kaisha was getting weaker and weaker. He used to be able to last for half an hour, but now ten minutes are enough.

And every time after finishing things, Sacred Kaisha looks like she is about to collapse, and Fujiang is a hundred times more energetic!

"I really have nothing to do with Na Leona, so don't be suspicious."

Fujiang said, although he didn't want to explain, but looking at the appearance of Holy Kaisha, if she didn't explain it clearly... she might use some less bright means.

Hearing this, Sacred Kaisha didn't listen, she grabbed Fu Jiang's hand holding the handkerchief and gasped lightly.

"I know, but I always feel that she has some bad intentions."

Sacred Kaisha looked at Fujiang's unchanged face, and said slowly, she knew Fujiang's charm, so she was not surprised that Leona was so infatuated with Fujiang.

She just felt that Leona's reckless behavior was despising her, the king of the gods!

She can still clearly remember the look in Leona's eyes that seemed to swallow Fujiang alive.

"It's as if you have some good intentions for me."

Fujiang started a joke between old couples and old wives. As for whether this joke was sincere or fake, only Fujiang himself knew.

Hearing this, Sacred Kaisha was instantly energized. She just liked Fujiang to play this kind of joke with her. To be precise, it was flirting!

Only in this way can the holy Kaisha feel that Fu Jiang and himself are husband and wife, not... the relationship between master and slave.

"Let's fill in a brother or sister for Xi!"

Divine Keisha suggested that she felt that this matter was extremely feasible, but the problem was that she might not be able to.

Now forcibly raising the spirit, it is only empty, like a castle in the air, it will shatter when touched.

"Okay, but I think you should take a rest first, Hexi has been waiting outside for a long time."

Fu Jiang nodded and did not reject Holy Keisha, but then his words were like a knife stabbed into Holy Keisha's heart.

Hearing this, Sacred Keisha's face froze, and then she closed her eyes as if resigned.

Her originally beautiful mood suddenly turned cloudy and sunny, as if the next moment would turn into a torrential downpour.

"I'll go see Xi and come back in a while."

Fujiang said, but what he is going to do, he and the holy Kaisha are tacit.

Hearing this, Holy Keisha nodded silently.

Then Fujiang left the dormitory directly, and just walked out of the door, he met Hexi head-on. At this time, Hexi was rubbing his hands very greasy and looking at Fujiang, as if he wanted to chew Fujiang and swallow it in his belly. generally.

Fujiang was a little helpless, but he left with Hexi. He could see that Hexi should have eaten something, otherwise Hexi would not have been able to re-...

Meanwhile, the palace of Sacred Hiko!

Yan looked at Leng, Leng looked at Yan, and the two looked at each other like this, but Leng's attitude was a little weak, and his eyes were a little erratic, as if he wanted to avoid Yan, but for his own face, he still insisted on looking at Yan. generally.

To put it simply, it is a guilty conscience, a guilty conscience!

"Cold, please explain to me."

Yan looked at a sock found from Leng's body, and said slowly, his voice was like a severe winter, but just hearing it made people tremble.

The sock just sat there quietly (cadf), and Yan's eyes flashed with thick anger, as if to burn out the coldness in front of him.

Hearing this, Leng shivered all over, she never imagined that she would make such a low-level mistake.

"This... If I said that this was given to me by the Lord of the Cavaliers, would you believe it?"

Leng knew that things couldn't be better today, and maybe even today was the day she died, but the things that should be justified should still be justified.

Give it a try! What if it succeeds?

Yan didn't speak, just continued to look at Leng with cold eyes, waiting for Leng to give her a reasonable explanation.

Now Leng regrets it very much. Why should she steal Fujiang's clothes cheaply? She has already obtained Fujiang's body...

"I'm sorry, Yan, I may be a little dizzy."

He said coldly, apologized directly, and decided to tell Xiaoli about it.

For example, she once did that kind of thing to Fujiang, and now she has to say...begging for nothing, she can only solve the lovesickness by stealing some of Fujiang's things.

"Yan, can you help me keep it a secret? I swear, I will never do this kind of thing again."

Leng begged, not at all the high-cold look that he used to be tit for tat with Yan.

Hearing this, Yan's eyes did not change in the slightest, but a flaming sword appeared in his hand.

"Damn you! You bastard, your head is full of..."

Yan Yan pointed at Leng with the sword of flames, the tip of the sword of flames was less than one centimeter away from Leng's slender and fair neck.

"sorry Sorry sorry..."

She kept saying coldly and dryly that she knew that she would not die today. If Yan really wanted to kill her, he would have swung his sword directly, instead of constantly scolding her like now.

After ten minutes, Yan finally stopped his insults.

"Get out!"

Yan kicked Leng out with one kick, Leng was kicked and flew more than a hundred meters, and finally flew out of Sheng Yan's palace.

When Leng Fei left the palace, she understood that she had survived, and Yan chose to keep it a secret for herself!

Sudden! Leng felt a little sorry for Yan, and felt very guilty.

After kicking Leng out, Yan looked at the sock in front of him, and his originally angry eyes gradually became dull.

She stretched out her hand, and took the foot sock in her hand.

This foot sock is as thin as a cicada's wings, and there is no smell, but Yan can still feel an inexplicable sense of immorality.

Yan suddenly put away his socks and walked towards his bedroom.

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