Sick Master Fu's little flirtatious tits are fierce and sweet

Wen Xiaorou hurriedly ran to Fu Hongyun's side.

The man's consciousness has been lost, his straight back is leaning on the car, his stamina is exhausted, and he slides slowly.

A shocking red mark was drawn on the black body.

Just as the man's body was about to fall to the ground, a pair of soft and delicate hands embraced him.

A soft and warm embrace.

Soaked in the fresh and pleasant scent of water lotus.

Wen Xiaorou hugged Fu Hongyun in her arms, her clear eyes filled with distress.

Her voice trembled: "Husband!"

"I'm late!"

If she could come a little earlier, even 2 minutes earlier, he wouldn't have to endure this pain.

At this moment, Wen Xiaorou has endless self-blame besides heartache.

If she had been driving faster, if she had started 2 minutes earlier, if she had gotten up a little earlier, her husband would not have been injured so badly.

But no if.

The man who is usually so arrogant and arrogant, is now covered in blood, lying in her arms very weakly.

Even breathing is so fragile.

Wen Xiaorou's eyes were red, her nasal cavity was sore and astringent, and she was very sad.

Fu Hongyun looked at the little girl's cute and pitiful appearance, grinned slightly, and inadvertently pulled the scar on her body.

Huge pain...

The man resisted, not even wrinkling his eyebrows.

Obviously he was the one who was hurt, but he turned to comfort the little girl, his voice was extremely gentle.

"Baby, I'm fine."

"I actually don't... don't hurt at all..."

Wen Xiaorou had tears in her eyes, her eye circles were red, she raised the corners of her mouth, and smiled slightly, replying to his comfort.

She held the man's handsome pale face, and kissed his lips regardless of the blood stains on his lips.

A trickle of silver flows from the girl's mouth into the man's lips, filling all the limbs of his body.

The blood flow on Fu Hongyun's body stopped immediately, and the wound on her neck was healing rapidly.

soon……

The trauma on the man's body healed as before, the glaring bloodstain disappeared, and the skin returned to its previous cold whiteness and smoothness.

There was blood on his handsome face.

Wen Xiaorou kissed his lips, and the cool touch gradually warmed up.

The little girl smiled happily.

She pressed his lips and left, caressing his face with her little hand, watching him chuckle.

The man's face has regained his spirit, and his brows are bright.

Wen Xiaorou leaned over, put her face against his forehead, and whispered in his ear: "Honey, you should rest for a while."

"I still have a few things to deal with."

Knowing what she meant, Fu Hongyun glanced coldly at the masked man lying on the ground and moving forward.

He put his arms on the ground, supporting his body and trying to stand up.

A pair of soft little hands pressed on his shoulders with strength.

With love and concern in Wen Xiaorou's sweet voice, she coquettishly said to Fu Hongyun, "Honey, why don't you take a break first."

"Leave this little thing to me."

Fu Hongyun never had the slightest resistance to her acting like a baby.

This soft and waxy voice reached the ears.

His heart was soft.

On request...

I can give her my life.

Fu Hongyun's beautiful peach eyes were full of tenderness, she nodded at that soft little girl.

Wen Xiaorou suddenly leaned over and kissed his lips.

mua!

"Love my husband!"

"When I finish cleaning up that little bastard, I will come and accompany my husband!"

Fu Hongyun looked at her and smiled: "Good!"

Wen Xiaorou moved Fu Hongyun against the car body with gentle and slow movements, as if treating a piece of brittle porcelain.

Fu Hongyun smiled lightly.

He has recovered from his injuries and is now completely free to move about.

But the little girl still looked cautious, as if she was very afraid of hurting him.

He likes it very much.

Fu Hongyun cooperated with her movements and obediently leaned on the car body.

Wen Xiaorou pecked his cheek, looked up at the man's face: "My husband wait for me obediently."

Fu Hongyun bent her lips and smiled slightly: "Okay!"

Wen Xiaorou looked at him and smiled, then turned around.

The little girl looked at the pool of flesh and blood on the ground, the sweetness on her face disappeared in the blink of an eye, and was covered with a layer of frost instead.

She walked towards the squirming body, stopped, stepped on the palms that were crawling forward on the ground, and suddenly exerted force, grinding and stomping hard.

There was the sound of broken bones in the air.

Click, click, click!

After one hand was disabled.

It's the turn of the next hand.

Click, click, click!

The palms of those hands stopped all movements, and limply drooped on the ground.

bloody...

Huge pain!

The whole body of the masked man tightened, bleeding from his seven orifices, and the blood gushed out like a waterfall.

His originally pale face became more transparent.

Wen Xiaorou waved her little hand, and set up an invisible barrier around her body to prevent dirty blood from splashing on her body.

She glanced inadvertently, and saw the long whip pinned to the waist of the masked man.

The whole body is purple, with a faint streamer lingering around her body.

Wen Xiaorou pulled out the long whip, waved his arm, and made a crackling sound.

Her voice was sweet, soft and pure, but also eerie and weird, which made people shudder to hear.

"You just used this whip to beat my husband?"

The masked man was bleeding from his face and body, and his mind was in a trance. His eyes, which were full of evil in the world, were full of fear and fear at the moment.

He murmured and wanted to beg her for mercy, but he, who was familiar with Wen Xiaorou's nature, still swallowed that embarrassing begging for mercy.

1000 years ago, His Royal Highness Xuerou, who had a reputation resounding in both the world of gods and demons, hated evil like a vengeful.

How could he easily spare his enemies?

The masked man knew that the situation was over, a bleak smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he closed his eyes and stopped talking.

Wen Xiaorou brandished Thor's Whip, injecting a torrent of spiritual power, and whipped it on the neck of the masked man.

tit for tat...

The action was fierce and ruthless.

The whip tore open the flesh, revealing the bones buried inside.

hideous...

The masked man's body was completely ruined, the seven orifices on his face, the tear on his shoulder, the inner thigh, and other holes were all bleeding out.

Dying...

Wen Xiaorou leaned over and squatted beside the masked man, the eyes of the round and big deer were still clear and bright.

There was a trace of inquiry in her clear and innocent eyes, staring into the eyes of the masked man.

It seems that through this inconspicuous skin, the soul hidden in it can be seen clearly.

Suddenly, a smile appeared on Wen Xiaorou's soft and tender face, as if he had discovered something extremely interesting.

"interesting!"

"Clown man, the man in the mask turned out to be you!"

The masked man closed his eyes, his face pale, neither admitting nor refuting.

"You appear next to me again and again, what is your purpose?" The masked man pretended not to answer.

Wen Xiaorou sneered, on her fair and tender face, there was a cruel smile that was extremely inconsistent with her appearance.

She waved her whip, her movements were swift and swift, and there was a sound of breaking the wind.

"If you don't say it, I have plenty of ways to make you speak!"