Feng Yu Jiu Tian

"No?"

"Woo ...... no ..."

"Ha ha…"

At present beauty, how can you not move with your index finger?

"what!"

Rong Wang calmly, soothed with a hoarse voice: "Just a moment, don't be afraid."

"No! It hurts, it hurts!"

But at this moment it was cruel to have the king stop.

Rong Wang tried to follow Fengming as much as he could, and patiently persuaded: "There is always a little bit in the beginning.

If Feng Ming was hit hard, she suddenly bounced on the bed.

"Ah! Oh ... Oh ..." The grieving screams echoed in the Prince's Hall.

Wang Rong also heard a sound similar to the tearing of the cloth when he moved.

Suddenly remorse.

"It is my fault."

"It hurts ..."

After taking medicine well, Feng Ming was carried in his arms.

"Does it still hurt?"

"Ok."

"Still hurt you."

Fengming was reasonable this time, and said lightly: "Relax, you remind in advance, I won't say you bully me."

King Rong saw that he was unharmed, and was a little at ease.

"You have an injury. You won't ride horses tomorrow. I'll let you go out later."

Feng Ming heard it, and was anxious: "No! I want to ride a horse, you promised, you ca n’t fathom!" He was in Rong Wang's arms, folded his hands, and passed his anxiety to Rong Wang by twisting.

"Okay, I promise. But you can only let me ride and ride the white clouds." Rong Wang made concessions and asked, "What is the word for fat?"

"Well, this allusion is ........." Feng Ming won the promise of Rong Wang, and was happy, and began to show off his knowledge of 1,000 years.

After a long night, it wasn't until Sichang that he fell asleep.