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Thinking that she agreed, Yang Feng took her into the boudoir where he personally guided the arrangement. When he put her in **, he gently lowered his head and savored his lips. Unexpectedly, Han Jing suddenly bit hard and the smell of blood escaped. He took a breath of cold air in pain, but she was as sensitive as a beaver. She broke free and rolled into the bed and bit her lips to look at him without saying anything.

She covered her lips with a wry smile and looked at the delicate face stained with two crimson red clouds. The most terrible thing was the pine of her big eyes.

Looking at each other for a moment, Yang Feng felt more and more tense in his lower abdomen, and a trace of confusion and madness mixed in his hot eyes: "A Jing, you answered just now!"

I don't remember if I had agreed before. Han Jing was lazy to argue and shouted anunistically, "I also told you to die. Why are you still alive? Why don't you die?"

"Jing, don't be angry. I hid the marriage contract. Well, I lied to you--"

"You big liar, no word is true, I don't want to hear it--"

"I also told the truth. You see, this whip wound said that you asked me to apply the medicine. You didn't say you could apply the medicine. I haven't taken the medicine yet!" Yang Feng pointed to the scars on his face.

Do you still remember the staggered scars on his body like a centipede? If he hadn't been drugged, how uncomfortable would it be for so long? Han Jing couldn't help biting her lip.

"Jing, can't I listen to you in the future?" Yang Feng said in a low voice. The voice trembled slightly and seemed to be enduring the pain.

Han Jing heard it, and tears appeared in her eyes.

Actually. Yang Feng's current pain of whipping is far from the pain of burning Y's body. His mind was almost destroyed by the fire rising from his lower abdomen.

"You go and get the medicine first."

Hearing the soft voice, Yang Feng knew that the bitter meat trick worked. Taking out the wound medicine he carried with him, he said, "I can't take medicine for the injury on my back. Can you help me?"

"No, find someone else to help you!" Han Jing turned her head to look at the wall and reminded herself not to be soft-hearted.

"After having you, I don't have any other women. Do you want Zhuli and these maids to see them chewing their tongues behind their backs? Yang Feng sat down by the bed and took off his coat to reveal his whipped back.

After a moment of stalemate, Han Jing picked up the wound medicine. Her slender fingers wiped those shocking scars, and her heart was trembling. Love and hate have always been double-edged swords, deep hatred and equally deep love.

Reason told her that Yang Feng was not credible, but her heart couldn't help trembling when she saw these whip wounds and his gentleness and his doting appeared in front of her.

I don't want to cry, but the tears in Han Jing's eyes rushed out, for his whiplash and soft for her heart. He suddenly turned around and hugged her, kissed her fiercely and feverishly and dried the tears on her face. Yang Feng's breath was hot and turbid.

Her heart was so soft that Han Jing's body was also soft without any strength. She let her hands peel off her clothes, and her two bodies were extremely close together.

The wind (harmonious wind) outside the window swept in and lifted the curtain of heavy gauze, but it could not dissipate the blazing spring.

After all, Yang Feng was afraid that Han Jing's body would not recover. Yang Feng had to withdraw and whispered in her ear, "If you are tired, go to bed, Jing."

changed his back to back posture, and the tired Han Jing curled up in his arms and fell asleep, which made Yang Feng suffer. I want to let go of her, but I can't bear to let go. I can only hold her tightly and feel the wonderful feeling of the perfect fit between the two bodies.

Huofeng faithfully carried out Han Jing's order. Even if she fell asleep, it insisted on watching Yu and Bai clean up the courtyard until all the garbage was cleaned up. Moreover, she did not say anything to let them go, and it did not let them leave the courtyard.

When night fell and the moon was shining in the sky, Yang Feng and Han Jing did not appear. Yu Huaiyu, who was blocked in the yard by Huofeng, was embarrassed to rush and asked angrily, "Jiao Sen, what's wrong with Huofeng? Go and tell Yang Feng or that Han Jing and ask them to talk to Huo Feng.

Jolson said helply, "The deputy master's room has special array protection, and we can't get in." He lied. The room where Han Jing lived was an ordinary defensive array, but Yu and Bai didn't know it. They really believed it and didn't force him to disturb Yang Feng's good deeds.

At dawn, Han Jing woke up and looked at Yang Feng's red eyes and blurted out, "What's wrong?"

"None." Yang Feng gritted his teeth and said. He was embarrassed to say that he hadn't slept all night. Han Jing, who slept soundly, ran out and began to alchemy, and he was still**.

With last night's experience, Han Jing became familiar with the ice flame again. Joeson sent water-properted medicinal herbs according to her instructions for her to try. Yu and Bai were not invited to enter. They were so surprised that they were about to drop their chins when they saw that she had made the cold ice flames. Then they saw that she had opened the elixir furnace on the ground level, and a double-headed leeches of the water worth thousands of gold melted into a dark ** and gradually gasified.

The air in the room began to cool down again when Han Jing made an ice flame, and when the air in the leek liquefied house became colder and white fog formed. Han Jing is not clear about this situation. She has been concentrating on controlling the output of the ice mysterious force to adjust the strength of the ice flame to maintain the rolling black elixir in the elixir furnace.

Alchemy, she can't even talk about the extent of the war on paper. To be honest, she doesn't know exactly what shape she wants to turn this hoe into. Yu Huaiyu, who knows some alchemy, suggested: "Is it time to add some other medicinal herbs? What kind of elixir are you going to make? What medicine do you need? I'll get it for you.

Absolutely not courtesy. Yu Huaiyu completely fascinated Han Jing's ice flame and couldn't help hoping to see her create a greater miracle.

"She is just having fun. Why do you join in the fun!" Yang Feng shouted dissatisfiedly.

No one paid attention to Yang Feng, whether it was Han Jing or Yu Huaiyu, or even Bai Linyan and Qiao Sen, everyone ignored him at this exciting moment.

"I don't know what elixir to refine. Do you know, or just add something." Han Jing stared at Danye and said.

"You can't add it casually. I'll call an alchemist to come in." Instead, Yu Huaiyu was more careful than Han Jing. She ran out and brought in an alchemist in person.

Before the old alchemist was captured and didn't understand the situation, several people shouted at the same time and ordered him to quickly say an elixir, and then he saw an incredible scene - the legendary ice flame alchemy. Shaking his white beard for a long time, he didn't say a word. Of course, the result was that Han Jingbing's mysterious power was exhausted and the ice flame was extinguished, and the double-headed elixir turned into ice and sank at the bottom of the elixir furnace. No one knew whether it was useful.

"Failed again!" Han Jing lay weakly on the table and said.

"This is the lost ice flame alchemy!" The old alchemist finally howled out.

"What are you shouting about! I just told you that I can't hold my fart for a long time, and a good furnace of elixir made you ruin it. Yu Huaiyu roared angrily.

Han Jing came to the spirit and asked eagerly, "You always know the ice flame alchemy!"

"My ancestors have a book. I'll go back and look for it." The old alchemist also fainted and ran out without even saying hello. Han Jing was going to follow him and let Yang Feng pull him back.

"You can take a break and just follow Joson and watch."

"Are you restricting my movement? Originally, everything was listening to me or lying to people!"

"I care about you!" Yang Feng didn't care about the expressions of his friends and said softly, "I vomited blood last night, and today I'm tossing again. You have ten lives that are not enough to toss around like this."

Han Jing lay back on the table and said, "Don't worry, my life will last long. I won't die if you die."

Bai Linyan finally couldn't help laughing. Being stared at by Yang Feng, he smiled more vigorously and joked, "It is said that heroes are sad about the beauty, and Bailian Steel will also turn into soft fingers. I can see it."

Han Jing, who was still on fire, said angrily, "Yang Feng, a waste material, also deserves to be called a hero, at most an ambitious man!"