He Feiyan saw that the beauty wearing a male Hanfu seemed to move her hands, and she couldn't see clearly what the other party had done from her perspective. However, even so, He Feiyan moved her finger back to the position of the gun board.

She didn't forget that the little cutie who entered the theater had a gun in her hand.

Turn around slowly.

The dark purple roving with gold edges whisks, raising a seductive curve, and the cold fragrance of Hualian in the air seems to become rich.

And after the Hanfu beauty turned around, He Feiyan was stunned.

The dark purple cloud pattern Hanfu was very gorgeous. The dark black gold pattern belt was decorated with dazzling rubies. The hem of the Hanfu was very long, barely covering the snow-white on the ground that seemed to be without shoes.

What made He Feiyan's eyebrows raise high was that the young black-haired man who was now pointed at by her gun was wearing a red face with a very Peking Opera signature on his face.

The big poster covers the young man's entire face, leaving only a little precious black in the middle of his pupils.

"Miss?!"

The voice of the person in front of her was familiar to her, exactly the same as Zhefeng.

But the woman did not put down the gun because of this. She hooked her lips and walked step by step, and the distance between the two was less than two meters left.

He Feiyan: "Pick off the dough sheet."

But unexpectedly, the young man suddenly chuckled, "Miss, help me, okay?"

The final tone was stained with opera.

He Feiyan smiled, and felt more and more interesting, so she took a step forward.

However, she didn't expect that just as she stepped forward, the young black-haired man who had been standing in front of her, who had been standing Jingya before, suddenly stepped forward, and raised her hand to hold her gun-holding wrist and twisted it neatly to the side.

The whole set of movement was very fast, and He Feiyan realized that he was careless until the muzzle was turned away.

The weapons in her hand could no longer work, but the charming woman was not panicked at all. Without any hesitation, she gave up the gun that could no longer be used. Instead, she grabbed it back and grabbed the wrist of the person in front of her.

After the heavy clamping of hands, the two began to fight on their legs.

Before she started, Luo Bai thought she must have an advantage in leg fighting. Compared to the other party wearing high heels with pointed heels, her men's Hanfu was a bit inconvenient, but it was not too hindering her movements.

However, when the real fight was fought, Luo Bai discovered-

Her previous thoughts were too naive.

Under the control of the woman, the pointed high heels seemed to turn into a sharp dagger, which made her hurt.

When the other party kept taking a step back, He Feiyan suddenly tried hard, seized the opportunity to press the person on the wooden board in the wardrobe, and suddenly lifted his hands up with the two of them, which were still clamping each other.

"Da——!~"

The red mask couldn't help but shift, revealing half of the beauty's face under the mask.

Both his facial features and outlines are extremely outstanding. The boy's appearance is even a bit ghostly and gorgeous at this moment. It is a temptation that makes people want to lock in their arms and occupy them even if they go crazy.

Catch him.

Hide it.

Don't let anyone see it!

Seeing the person in front of him tilted up because his face slipped openly, He Feiyan couldn't help but lower her head and bit her white neck, which was raised like a swan.

Little Mimi: [Ding--!~ The female supporting role He Feiyan is now in favor of the host poop and has increased by 30, and the current favorability is: 30.]

Little Mimi: [The virtual lv3 status is still 20 seconds away. Call the dad! Wow~ dad, you can bite her a few more times and this main task will be completed!!]

Luo Bai: [Nervous.]
Chapter completed!