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Wang Yong sank into the bottom of the water, relaxing his tight body. The vicious Fujiwara Lichid really wanted to freeze himself to death. When he came out of the bathtub, he was almost turned into a popsicle when he was blown by the mountain wind. Following the pleasant music, he couldn't wait to come over. When he saw the hot springs, he jumped in regardless of the short shrubs that had crossed the thorns.

Wang Yong poked his head out and sighed comfortably, finally eliminating the chills in his body.

In the lightning, a cold light flashed in front of Wang Yong's eyes, and the sharp knife edge, like an arrow from a string, slashed straight on his head. At a critical moment, Wang Yong quickly turned sideways and avoided the sharp knife.

Thousands of waves were stirred up on the water surface, and the smoke dissipated a little. Wang Yong saw that his eyes were straight, and Fujiwara Lichid stood pretty like white jade. The black silk strands covered the white and firmness on her chest. The hair was against her delicate body, dripping with water droplets, as if she didn't have the murderous intent to hold a horizontal knife in her hand. Just like the elf water fairy in the water, she was lonely and self-pitying, and was so beautiful that she was amazed.

"Hey, Miss Fujiwara, don't chop people around, I'm my own." Wang Yong came back from his surprise and quickly revealed his identity. He had fought with her, and this woman was not a gentle little sheep. She was cruel and decisive in killing, and it was hard to get along with her.

At this time, the melodious tone of Shakuhachi circled above the guzheng, like endless water flowing, surging dark waves and rushing down.

Swipe, several swords followed like shadows, and the sword approached Wang Yong's vital point. Fujiwara Lichi's whole body was as if it was roasted in fire. He was actually this vulgar man. He looked at himself with relish and did not dig out the two eyeballs, which was really hard to relieve his heart. He became angry and pretended that he had not heard it, and his murderous intent was accompanied by the light of the sword.

Wang Yong was floating in the pool, dodging sensitively, and shouting in fear: "Miss Fujiwara, I am Ouyang Feifei's husband." He revealed his identity again.

Fujiwara Lichi ignored her sword eyebrows, raised her swordsmanship, and cut her lower abdomen into the water, covering the water with a slight shadow.

He was squirming under his feet, and one sideways, holding a hand on the back of the knife with one hand, and then fell to the bottom of the water. He took the opportunity to touch a lotus foot of Fujiwara Lichi, grab and hold it. As he lifted it, he removed her strength and overturned Fujiwara Lichi, and supported her flexible waist with the other hand, so he was so kind that he was afraid that she would drink the bath water. Wang Yong thought to himself: The girl is too cruel, so why don’t she take a bath together? She looked at you a few times.

Wang Yong felt the softness in his hands and his heart trembled. The little girl had good skin and could pinch it out of water. The hot spring really nourishes women.

The Sanwei Line is added, and it is sometimes fast and slow to stir up in the turning point, like a spring water hitting a stone, causing splashing water to wet the rocks.

The two of them were like dragons and phoenixes playing with funny flapping. They stirred up and down a pool of water, and splashed in water.

Fujiwara Lichi was both ashamed and annoyed, and kicked him hard, and the sword light flashed in her hand. She knew that Wang Yong was not a bad move, and he had been a special forces soldier for drug control. He started to be even more ruthless. A sword light changed strangely and stabbed into the water surface. He picked up a splash of water and hit Wang Yong's eyes. He took the opportunity to send the knife in front of him and stabbed him. Wang Yong's shoulder was cut by the blade, and a trace of blood broke out from the skin.

Wang Yong clenched his fist and smashed it horizontally, exerting three-point force, hitting Fujiwara Lichi's soft fist, "Miss Fujiwara, you don't need to be so cruel. The bathtub you arranged is too cold, and it's no big deal for me to go into your hot spring nearby. Isn't there any men and women in Japan?" Wang Yong couldn't really take action to be an enemy of Fujiwara Lichi, and he didn't take this little injury to heart.

Fujiwara Lichi was shocked and felt a little numb on his arms, but he didn't shoot down her knife. Wang Yong still had some strength in his hands, but that was it.

Fujiwara Lichi fought fiercely, shook some of her hair, and a rosy love bean almost broke out of the air, which made Wang Yong feel hot all over. He suppressed his desire to move, and explained to her with reason and emotion: "Miss Fujiwara, I will leave first, I promise I won't go out to reveal a word." Looking at the girl's ruthlessness, she is actually quite conservative in her bones.

Wang Yong knew that he had ignited the raging flames of Fujiwara Lichi. If he continued like this, he would be willing to cut himself off. He turned around and did not look at her body that seduced people to commit crimes. He first showed his sincerity. Then he continued to say, "Miss Fujiwara will not stop anymore, I will shout for help." He coughed loudly on purpose, ready to shout loudly.

At this time, the music slowly came to an end, and the stream flowed into the pond and calmed down.

Fujiwara Richii hated this shameless man. His bodyguard outside, the Sandao Group - Ninskyu, would not come in for the time being, but when he heard the call for help inside, he might have to rush in. Seeing that he was in a waste with a man, what was his face?

Seeing that he was wearing nothing, he was fainted by Wang Yong's anger, his face turned red and white. He held the knife horizontally and pulled it hard, and slashed out a water curtain. The tip of the knife lifted the wet bath towel floating in the water, and swung it around and wrapped himself. He held the water-dreaming knife and pointed at Wang Yong in the pool: "For Ouyang Feifei's face, I'll spare you. You dare to talk nonsense outside, be careful of my knife."

"No, no, I saw nothing." Wang Yong could only beg for mercy in a low manner.

Fujiwara Lichi smiled strangely, turned around, stepped onto a piece of white stone on the shore of the pond, picked it up, and quickly left.

Wang Yong stroked the scratched wound and smiled bitterly. The perfume is poisonous and the beauty is thorny.

Suddenly I felt a little weird. In an instant, the water in the hot spring pool slowly fell less and less. Wang Yong's body was like a sieve and his whole body was cold. The bath towel around his waist had already fallen off, and I don't know where it was. It seemed that the bath towel that Fujiwara Lichi picked up in the water was just what he had just surrounded. You are cruel and poisonous.

Fujiwara Richichi was already in the wooden house, stretching his arms out, and the three groups of Shino Sakura Mada dressed for her. The kimono on the black background was simplified. Only a golden dariya chrysanthemum was blooming on her shoulders. The golden luster reflected the pretty face, and at this time there was a hint of gloating on her cold face.

"Aowu." A wolf howl came, revealing desolation and miserableness.

Fujiwara Lichi couldn't help laughing out loud, and then returned to condensation, and ordered: "Wait for fifteen minutes, put water into the snow-skin pond, and then..." Fujiwara Lichi hesitated for a moment, would you give that guy clothes? It seems to be too cheap for him. "I will lose a smaller bath towel in the pond later." Fujiwara Lichi actually didn't notice that her cleanliness habit did not occur.

The three-dao group - Nin Sakura, was shocked and frightened. It was the first time I saw Fujiwara Lichi's happy expression. Is this the first time I saw this self-controlled and calm leader of the Phantom Naruto Sect? Then they heard a man's voice just now, but they dare not ask more, just obey the orders.

Under the mountainside, Ouyang Feifei and the other two had almost finished soaking. After waiting, Wang Yong was still wiping his clothes.

"Is there any big bad wolf on this mountain?" Maomao asked in confusion, holding the doll, why does it feel like Wang Yong's father's voice?

Ouyang Feifei and Qin Wanrou looked at each other, and they felt that it was Wang Yong screaming.
Chapter completed!