hiccup
Don’t you still know what’s wrong? Mo Xie’s bewitching and S-curve eyes quietly shot at her. If she didn’t help Cass to provoke him to break away from the trap, she would still be alive with the spirit of a little girl who is in trouble.
be sorry
Korea curled her head in haste and didn’t dare to persuade again. If this flame is definitely getting more and more fierce, Kirin Mo Xie is obviously living in the wind. Kirin fire is different in momentum but not hot enough, so he suffered some minor injuries, while Mo Xie stared at Korea with a bloody hair and tenderness. Even if he was injured, even if he died, at least this time he Bicas knew she was there first.
You dare to spy on the old slave when you are very close to death. Cass is completely furious. Look at this cruel scene. Korea closes its eyes and waits for half a ring. It seems that it is quiet to catch a glimpse of Mo Xie Kirin leaning against a wall. The corners of its mouth are all covered with residual blood, and Cass is ridiculing and raising his eyes. Who is timid?
hahaha
Kirin laughed heartily, black eyes gave birth to evil, and said, I, Dragon Palace Dragon Ball, is really a treasure, and I have trained you to this point.
Kirin, which of us won? Mo Xie leans over and glances at Kirin’s enchanting. It is still not affected by this defeat, but the demon is getting worse.
We lost
oh
Brother Jiu, didn’t you see that the snake king beat our two generals in the snake palace? I don’t have to talk about it. You don’t have to wear flowers all over your head. Can we go back to the palace and confess to my father? Can Kirin provoke deep heroic spirit like a joke and smile brightly?
It’s not necessarily a loss. A man is brave but a pig’s skull is not always his patent defeat. It’s as early as the king’s expectation. Hahahaha
Or nine brother sjms?
Ha, ha, ha, that’s enough, Cass. You can lick the corners of your mouth with Mo Xie’s tongue again and ask sarcastically, so that you can enjoy the company of the little girl’s soul and get the little girl’s arms and legs.
Don’t shut up if you don’t go to the coffin
It’s really true
Then the king kissed you off, and Kass wanted to give him a hard time, and suddenly he heard Mo Xie’s words. If I die, the little mouse will die of pain. She loves me, and your slave will be sad because I was his savior, especially hahaha. When Wang Neng saw the little maid scattering souls everywhere, she killed both her parents and her children.
You can’t.
Really? Mo Xie’s smile at the corner of his mouth deepened, and the evil spirit thoroughly understood Cass’s temperament. He can easily catch his fatal wound and easily provoke him to lose in my dictionary. There has never been this unlucky word Kirin you?
Kirin replied unexpectedly, but then added, but he is not very fond of his ninth brother and other other miscellaneous things
You can kill me, but can you?
Bastard
Cass clenched his fist hard and wanted to kill him at all costs, but he endured the red-eyed and beautiful face that was almost green with anger.
Ha, ha, ha, ha, who will die? It’s not necessarily that suddenly Mo Xie laughed and planned everything. Now that he knows the true identity of the little girl, he has to lure love to the extreme.
After brushing Korea’s shoulders, the deeper her smile, the more evil it is. The wild rose blooms in a coquettish way. Come back to Qi Rao and call her ninth brother. If you rob your seventh sister-in-law, you will never sit idly by.
ah
In the room, Cassna roared to the limit, and the walls boomed, and the tall and straight body was unstoppable like a fire.
The stairs are thumping. Mammy Xiao is stuck in the doorway, covering her mouth and screaming. Where’s the cover? Where’s my chair and bed? Oh, you want me to old bones. You guys are called old slaves. I’m good.
roll
Cass low coldly ordered.
The old slave can’t stand you. This is the demolition of the house. I embroider the little temple of the women’s workshop. No, you big gods, please go.
After seven days, the king left the cloister and roared through the pillow. Mammy Xiao fell from the stairs to the first floor, which scared him, while Han Bian stared at the eyes and wondered if he really wanted to leave after seven days. Is he really going to abandon her?
The next day, the weather is sunny and the cold breath in the middle of winter is slightly relieved with the approaching of the New Year Festival. When the golden sun shines into the bed, it will stretch.
Korea stayed up all night, and the eyes narrowed in front of her for a while. In my mind, it was all Cass’s sentence that the king left after seven days. It was as clear as if he had been swinging in his ear all night. Listening to his tone seemed to be as firm as ever. There was no room for consideration. Lying in bed, sipping his full lips, and reflecting an uneasy look in peach blossom’s beautiful eyes, I don’t know that I always feel that something is going to happen recently. I don’t know if things in my mind can’t be dredged up, it’s always unknown. Is it that the New Year’s
Tired, I got up from the bed, gathered up a dress, put on a seat, put on a bronze mirror, and put on makeup again. It’s also so scary. Korea is crooked and fidgety, and her sideburns are just about to get up and leave the room and ask Cass what the hell is going on. Knocking on the door outside is not urgent, not slow, not patient.
creak
The door stretches, but the door swings. It’s cold to glance at the cloister. No one breathes bad things. Han Wainu mumbles a word about who it is. She just wants to push the door open and drill a bunch of brilliant red roses from the crack of the door. About dozens of them are held in the slender fingers, accompanied by golden light, so charming and tempting.
Good morning, my future bride, Kirin, is well dressed and handsome, with a bright and hearty evil smile. She stands outside the door like a gentleman who knows how to taste, bending over and offering flowers. When her fingers are slightly loosened, the roses will be scattered everywhere, and a beautiful flower sea will be dragged into his hand, and she will be dumbfounded.
kylin