Chapter 1169: The cute little general who has become the "Oiran" (54)
"..."
Hearing the exaggerated cough, Xiang Xing couldn't help rolling his eyes again.
However, even though he felt angry again, listening to the coughing that became more worrying and did not mean to stop, the little guy paused, and finally a faint unbearable feeling appeared in his heart.
Finally, he couldn't help it, turned his head a little, and glanced at the man.
But this look scared her so that she bounced, her soft eyes staring very round.
I saw that Feng Lan, who was coughing badly, coughed up blood from one hand inexplicably, looking extremely shocking...
The little guy was almost fainted.
The little face with a little bit of anger collapsed in an instant, and he ran towards the man with wind under his feet, and supported him.
He whispered: "Brother Fenglan, you, why are you..."
Didn’t it all say that it’s all right, it’s just sleeping!
And with his skill, even if Bei Xiuli came to patch up a palm at this time, he wouldn't be able to vomit so much blood...
Thinking about it, Xiang Xing gradually panicked and couldn't help but subconsciously grasp Feng Lan's wrist, and transported his own internal energy, trying to ease his luck.
But at this moment.
The man who seemed to be vomiting blood and vomiting to death suddenly paused, and straightened up quickly.
Turning around, she thumped her on the pillar.
Then, before the little guy could react, he felt an extremely strong **** breath that instantly filled every corner of her breath.
He is kissing her.
And after a long time, this unrejectable string was released.
Xiang Xing, who had been forced to swallow several mouthfuls of blood, suddenly heard the voice that was even more hoarse and dull because of coughing up blood, and came in his ears with a boundless smile.
"It's really costly to trick you..."
"..."
Xiang Xing instantly felt that there was something in his little brain, and it exploded directly.
"You, you lied to me!"
She was so angry that her small face bulged again, and she couldn't help it. She raised her small fist and slammed Feng Lan's shoulder hard.
How can anyone use vomiting blood to blog people's sympathy!
hateful!
"...Okay, don't fight, I was wrong, okay? I was wrong, cough cough..."
Feng Lan laughed repeatedly after being beaten by her. He smiled and coughed a few more times, and a trace of blood leaked from the arc of the corner of the lips that arbitrarily raised.
But it was quickly wiped off by his finger, and the **** fingertips appeared immediately, dangling in front of the little guy's eyes.
Peach Blossom's eyes hung down pitifully, "I've already vomited blood, and I'll be beaten by our famous Snapdragon General. I'm afraid I will have to die for our Da Xuanyuan in a short time..."
"you……"
Looking at the face of the world that was indeed pale, Xiang Xing's small fist paused, and he could only withdraw it in an angry manner.
Afterwards, he didn't pay attention to him any more, but turned around bitterly, his head was stuffed, and the back of his little hand was wiping the blood out of that mouth casually.
He kept cursing in his heart.
If he forced himself to vomit blood, is his brain sick?
(Duck: Isn’t he just a lunatic...)
While infinitely complaining, the little guy suddenly felt that Feng Lan's arms were gently circled.
Ignoring her silent protest, he tightly circled her into his arms, tightened his arms, and tightened again.