Flying Dust Chapter 68.2

Flying Dust Chapter 68.2:

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The two began to fight, and it was difficult to distinguish who was the superior one.

Jun Wushuang’s nose issued a light laugh,… Mo Feichen did not expect the other party at such a time was not afraid to die, even forced himself in, it pain so much that he wanted to shout, however Jun Wushuang covered his mouth with his hand, “Husband, our boudoir music why let everyone else know it? ”

Mo Feichen’s tears flowed from the pain, the palm that was originally pressed on Jun Wushuang’s shoulder was changed to grip the mattress, his knuckles were turning white, otherwise he would have screamed out, the tearing pain made him choke even his breath in his throat.

“Refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit—submit to sb. ‘s pressure after first turning down his request aka forced to give in.”

Mo Feichen looked at him and attacked him with a palm and clasped his neck.

“That right ah, just like this, choke me to death! Or else I’ll fuck you up!” … Jun Wushuang’s smile was absolutely beautiful and vicious, and as soon as he pressed down on Mo Feichen’s hand, he interlocked his fingers with his, …… every time it was torture, and Mo Feichen was in so much pain that he could only open his mouth wide in order to barely breathe.

The bed frame creaks and shakes and seems to be about to fall apart, Mo Feichen is scared to death, only afraid that there is a disciple who hears this noise and pushes the door in .. “Say that, next time you won’t use your sword qi against me again, I will be gentle with you.” Jun Wushuang’s finger nudged at the tip of Mo Feichen’s nose.

Although he would like to say, next next time, the next time, every time I see you I have to take out my sword qi, until you tie into a wasp nest rotten mud, but only afraid if he himself really say so, he, Mo Feichen will become the first to die in bed and is still being tortured by other men to death while being the palace master of Xiushui Palace yet Xiushui Palace can not afford to lose its face.

“I… I, next time I won’t use my sword against you … “Then next time, I will take the sword qi against you again! I don’t believe that I can still be bullied by you when I have reached the seventh level of the Xiu Shui Heart Sutra!

“Good boy…” Jun Wushuang’s voice became softer,… Mo Feichen finally began to breathe, the pain just now made him so oxygen deprived that he fainted.

Damn, what is the use of being gentle now, Lao Zi (I) definitely have bled a lot already!

Jun Wushuang leaned down,… Mo Feichen couldn’t help but grunt, but Jun Wushuang kissed delicately over the corners of his eyes and eyebrows,… Mo Feichen looked at him in a daze, and those violet eyes became even deeper, as if there was some kind of fierce beast that was going to rush out.

… “Feichen ——Feichen——” Mo Feichen felt someone pat his face, opened his eyes, the hazy sight slowly focused up, only to find Lu Qingmo’s worried face… and angrily look at him.

“Big brother Lu…” His voice is very hoarse.

“Who is it? Who did this to you?” Lu Qingmo’s voice is very low, the lower it is, the closer it is to an outbreak.

Mo Feichen struggled to prop up his upper body, saw a red and white patch between his slightly spread legs, and then collapsed back onto the bed with the usual loss of energy.

Lu Qingmo narrowed his eyes, “Is it Jun Wushuang?”

Mo Feichen heard that name and smiled bitterly, covering his own eyes with his hand and said, “Big brother Lu, I beg you to cover me with something….”

Lu Qingmo took his hand down and looked at his face, even though his mouth was still smiling, his eyes looked a bit pitiful.

“How did he get in?”

“I don’t know … I lay down on the bed and wanted to sleep for a while, and that guy came down from the top of the bed…” Mo Feichen pointed to the top of his head, thinking that this scene must be very cool if it is put in a TV drama… with the premise of the film not being a ghost film.