Shock! The abandoned concubine cheated on the god of war and only wanted to farm

Feng Ranhua moved closer to the courtyard wall and listened carefully. The courtyard was as quiet as snow.

Is there a thief?

Feng Ranhua touched the tiptoe of the black tile on the edge of the roof, and her body moved like a nighthawk with its wings spread. She floated into the yard silently like a ghost and walked lightly along the wall.

On the treetop, Zhou Si glanced around with his sharp eyes, and quickly took out the flying knife in his hand, intending to throw it, but suddenly he paused, and a jade-like and enchanting face appeared under the moonlight.

It’s Miss Wind.

Zhou Si turned the flying knife in his hand and put it back into his sleeve, with a sly smile on his face, "Hehe, the master is bathing and injured again, it's just right for Miss Feng to go."

As if playing dead, he lay on the tree without moving.

Feng Ranhua's fox eyes swept across the yard. There was only one person in the house, and there was no sign of living people in the yard.

She held her breath and walked quickly to the side door of the inner room, which was sometimes bright and sometimes dark. At this time, there was a rustling sound from inside the house, probably someone was rummaging through the drawers.

Humph, she sneered twice and said silently:

"You dare to come to my Mercury Village? I'll just pick the fattest sheep. It looks like you've been following me for a while."

While she was thinking, she drew out her soft sword, kicked the wooden door, and a sword flower slashed towards the only living breath in the house.

Han Jinyan was dozing with his eyes closed in the bathtub when he heard a noise outside the door. He was getting up to get his clothes when a sword flower stabbed at him.

His eyes turned cold, he picked up his coat and put it on, turned his body to avoid the cold sword, turned around, and attacked the person who was coming with a palm wind containing internal strength.

Feng Ranhua, who was forced back by the palm wind, sneered:

"Humph, what a villain! I didn't expect he is a master with profound inner strength."

Han Jinyan's body froze, and just as he said the word "Draw...", another sword flower stabbed towards him.

It was Han Jinyan. Feng Ranhua realized it later and dropped his sword. He didn't have time to retract his internal energy and fell over before he could stand firmly. Han Jinyan caught it with a smile. As the gravity pressed down on him, he forgot that his left arm was seriously injured.

"Wow!"

The two fell into the large bathtub.

Uh!

Before Feng Ranhua could figure out what was going on, she fell face up in the water, splashing water everywhere.

Just one breath.

She was held in someone's arms from behind, the crisp woody scent filled her nose, and she could feel the smooth skin where her whole face was pressed.

Her face was covered with water, which overflowed into her eyes, making it impossible for her to open them. She shook off the water droplets on her face.

"Nonsence!"

Feng Ranhua spat out a large mouthful of water in anger, and accidentally touched it, and his whole body froze.

Hiss, there was a sound of electricity, which made her feel numb. This scumbag was taking a shower without wearing a shirt.

She was so confused that she thought it was a thief.

There was an awkward silence in the air.

The moonlight was like water, the silver light slanting down, waiting for Feng Ranhua to see clearly the scene inside the barrel.

boom! ! !

boom! ! !

The two people in the bathtub froze in place as if petrified. Their faces instantly turned red, as if blood was about to bleed.

Suddenly, Feng Ranhua felt as if her butt was on fire. She threw herself forward and lay down on the edge of the bathtub. She was so panicked that she dared not move. Her chest felt like it was hitting a wall, making a loud bang.

Han Jinyan behind her tried his best to ignore the throbbing and primitive desire in his heart, adjusted his breath, and after a long time, finally suppressed it.

Feng Ranhua felt the person behind her. After her breathing stabilized a little, she became angry and held her mouth tightly, as if she was constipated, and was planning something.

sudden.

"Bah bah bah!"

"You old pervert, sneaking around to carry out the attack."

"He is so dark and wants to do something shameful."

"Pervert, pervert!"

Feng Ranhua turned around and started yelling at Han Jinyan fiercely.

When Han Jinyan heard Hua'er's familiar angry look, a smile appeared on his embarrassed handsome face. He filled his right finger with internal energy and flicked it, and the stars in the distance were about to go out.

Brush it.

The room is bright.

In an instant, Feng Ranhua was stunned by the scene before her. She blinked, wanting to confirm it again.

The cool moonlight shines through the window onto his handsome face. His deep black eyes are filled with an unabated desire. Drops of water slide down his cheeks onto his sturdy chest, forming a line that disappears into the rippling water, giving people a scene full of infinite reverie...

She is indeed a beauty with beautiful bones and both good looks and good figure!

She blinked and slowly moved down, vaguely seeing underwater...

Feng Ran's face flushed again, and he splashed the brush into the water, making a crackling sound, and said angrily:

"Pervert!"

Han Jinyan stared at the angry Hua'er with interest. It turned out that Hua'er often spoke to him in a casual manner, but when it came to real combat, she was like a panicked little rabbit.

At this moment, she looked extremely angry, and like a charming little fox, with upturned mouth corners, lively eyes, and a flying look in her eyes, which made her look extremely charming and seductive.

After Feng Ranhua has vented his anger.

Han Dieyan's dark eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he looked at Hua'er with tender eyes, saying aggrievedly:

"Hua'er, I'm hurt."

Feng Ranhua lowered her eyes and was stunned. Blood was flowing from his right arm, dripping into the bathtub drop by drop.

His right arm was injured. No wonder this guy couldn't steady himself.

snort!

Feng Ranhua snorted coldly and jumped out of the bathtub. She glanced and saw a few blood-stained clothes on the table. The air was filled with the smell of blood.

Was seriously injured.

She glanced at him with a flickering gaze, and noticed that the suspicious blush on his face had faded, his face turned pale, his twisted brows suddenly relaxed, and his shame and anger also dissipated for the most part.

After a moment, her red lips moved twice, "I...I'll call someone to bandage you."

"There's no one in the yard." Han Diyan said cautiously.

Feng Ranhua let out a long sigh, her beautiful eyes curled up, "You deserve to die!"

She walked to the table and took out a large bag of medicine. Did this guy want to apply the medicine himself after washing up?

Feng Ranhua regained his normal composure and walked straight to Han Jinyan, looking at Han Jinyan's exposed rock-hard upper body muscles unscrupulously:

"Wow, look at these eight-pack abs. They look very elastic."

Han Jinyan felt the thread of Feng Ran's painting, and realized that he looked strong on the outside but was actually weak on the inside, and he just said that he didn't dare to take any action.

He half-closed his eyes, unconsciously exuding a strong masculine aura, and a hint of evil charm appeared at the corner of his mouth:

"I like Hua'er. Do you want to give it a try?"

Feng Ranhua choked and roughly tore off the clothes he casually wore, revealing the wound on his right arm.

An arrow wound. When the arrowhead was pulled out, it was treated with medicine and some white powder remained.

There was a knife wound, and the flesh was turned outward and bleeding continuously.

Feng Ranhua carefully cleaned the wound bit by bit with a clean wet cloth.

Hua'er's pretty face was close at hand, and the unique fragrance she exhaled filled the air, constantly stimulating Han Jinyan.

After a few breaths, it straightened and moved slightly.

"Hua'er, apply the medicine faster." The voice that came from Han Jinyan's throat was a little hoarse, as if he was trying hard to suppress something.

Feng Ran paused and turned her head to see that the guy was as red as a baboon's butt. She couldn't help but look into the water again.

Wind-dyed painting: …………