"But……"

Jane's mother wanted to say something else, but the man had turned around and got on the floor.

Jian Li walked into the bedroom and saw that Gu Yiwei's photo was placed on the table at some point. In the photo, she had sweet eyebrows, big eyes, and long black and soft hair. She could tell that she was a gentle and well-behaved woman at first glance.

Jian Li took a look at the photo and didn't even want to see what she looked like. Anyway, it didn't matter to him, it was just a woman except Mo Xinnian.

He opened the drawer and threw the photo in casually.

Xinnian already has someone he likes. If he is still alone, with her personality, he will definitely feel guilty and uncomfortable... What's more, he doesn't want the media to say that she cheats on her.

Engaged?

Then order.

Anyway, it doesn't matter to him.

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Thousands of miles away.

Deep mountains.

This is an area that has never been set foot in a modern society. It has the most primitive birds and beasts, shaking the strangeness and vitality of the primitive nature, dangerous and extremely mysterious.

Above the steep peaks.

The steam-walking wooden house is several meters high, with thick tree trunks circling with extremely deep horizontal lines, and strange utensils and animal tail whips hanging around, making it look hideous and terrifying.

In the center of the wooden house is a wooden bed.

The bed is large and wide, and the wooden boards are polished.

A very handsome man lies in the middle of the wooden bed. He has a pair of peach blossom eyes closed. Every inch of his delicate face looks like God's careful crafting, and even the curve of the tip of his nose and jaw is perfectly incredible.

Pure handmade leopard print skin wraps the man's thin upper body, revealing his sexual clavicle. The skin on his waist is tied to a long and thick tiger tail, and his slender legs are wrapped around the light-colored mink with delicate patterns.

Skin.

The extremely wild and primitive outfit made him look even more handsome, cold and sharp, like a sleeping noble prince, with a rebellious and arrogant aura all over his body.

Below the wooden bed was a huge round wooden barrel with unknown dark green herbs in it, all of which were crushed and soaked, and kept cooking on a high fire for a while, and the extremely pungent steam floated upwards.

The white and thick steam completely wrapped the man's body, and the strong medicinal properties were absorbed by his slightly opened pores due to heat, entering the depths of his damaged nerves.

hot.

Mo Nanjue only felt hot.

It seemed as if a ball of fire began to burn from the depths of his bones and blood, making him almost suffocate.

His neck seemed to be stuck by a big hand, and an unbearable smell kept floating into his nose. He felt like he was walking between the cliffs, terrifyingly step by step.

Suddenly a strong wind blew out of the window, and the branches hanging on the top of the wooden roof made a strange sound, and then fell down, "Bang!"

A loud sound.

Mo Nanjue's nerves were shocked and he opened his eyes suddenly-

He was dizzy for a moment, his eyes were so painful that they were pricked by the hot steam, and Obsidian's pupils contracted violently.

There was a vast fog in front of me, and I couldn't see anything clearly.

Mo Nanjue subconsciously moved his legs. After a severe pain, he felt like he was so hot that he could reach the bone. He almost instantly realized that the situation was wrong and was about to get up quickly.

He moved very much and quickly, and then sat up. The wooden board suddenly flipped, and Mo Nanjue's body suddenly hung in the air, and his whole body fell directly into the high-temperature boiling wooden barrel below!
Chapter completed!