After My Death, The Villain Blackened Again

Nine-tailed: "You slander and rumor your sister, and you don't deserve to be your back."

Chicken: "I'll be a shield and kill you now!"

Yan Ge listened to the quarreling quarrel between these two guys, without any drowsiness.

It's about taking medicine all the year round. There is a light smell of medicine on the man around him. He puts his hand on her shoulder, making her stick to him tightly. The whole brain is smelling from him.

It's all in this situation, and he doesn't sleep for a while, but he can't explain it a little.

This time without medicine, take a supplement.

It should not cause much damage to his body.

Yange is not a tangled person, just do it.

Immediately blocked the geeky system, got up and took a bath again, and looked into the mirror again, putting a beautiful makeup on his face.

Then he went back to the couch, and turned to Nalan Mo's clothes.

Okay after drinking, just try it out.

Probably because there was no peony and was anesthetized by alcohol, compared with the last time, like a wolf-like tiger, this time Nalan Mo responded very little, and the whole song was under control.

Do not have to bear the pain of breaking the melon last time, Yange this time to eat as much as you want to eat, as long as you want to come slowly, come here, a rare taste of the fun.

She crawled on the man and even had the illusion that she rushed into the sky.

However, before she thought about it, the man beneath her suddenly opened her eyes and glared at her.

His eyes were clear and energetic, and he was clearly no longer drunk.

The words were stunned.

He grabbed Yange's shoulder with one hand, sat up, and pressed him back to him, "Who are you?"

The sound is clear.

It's no different from him in the chapel on weekdays.

After the song was a little aggressive, tears popped into his eyes, and his eyes blinked a little, and the tears rolled down on his face: "Sorry, sorry, please, please don't tell your Majesty, I ...

She twitched and was at a loss, and the coldness on Nalan Mo's face gradually became soft and helpless, and she pressed her shoulder's hand to release her strength: "Don't cry!"

He reached out and wiped the tears on her face.

She suddenly pushed him hard, pushed him to the bed, pulled his white robe over her body, and ran towards the door.

Yange took Nalan Mo's robe, Nalan Mo's slippery, even if he wanted to chase, he was ashamed to go to the ground.

He wrapped himself in a quilt and whispered to her: "Don't run, don't run, I have no other meaning, I ..."

Yan Ge heard his voice and stopped at the door. She turned her head, looked at him, and said beggingly, "Today, you, can you tell your Majesty."

Nalan Mo stared at her stern brow and almost nodded subconsciously: "I don't tell anyone, you, who are you?"

Yan Ge dropped her head slightly, her eyelashes trembled, and she wrapped her clothes tightly. She said again, "I'm sorry."

Seeing that she was about to turn around again, Nalamo said quickly, "Wait, last time, wasn't you last time, you ..."

He hadn't finished talking yet, the song had opened the door, and the night wind blew in. The lining of her that belonged to Nalan Moe was lifted by the wind, and her slender white tender legs were more eye-catching than that of the white robe.

For a moment, Nalan Mo even thought that the woman standing at the door was a fairy and was about to return from the wind.

He ran towards the ground with a quilt, and immediately chased her: "Wait, wait!"

But with a blink of an eye, the doorway was empty and no one was there.