Beautiful concubine: cold king's genius concubine

"Why, there's no one here?" huerqin smiled. Don't be too happy. That smile is really more beautiful than flowers, but now no one has the heart to appreciate it.

"No, no, No." the boss was also angry. He kept going on like this, and no one could win. He was ashamed of himself!

The boss took out twenty Liang directly, "this is your reward. The stall is closed today."

If he can't win, can't he stop setting up this stall?

"No? Why?" Hu Erqin didn't pick up the twenty Liang, twenty liang? Is she short of money? What she wants is not twenty Liang. What she wants is the feeling of stepping on these people!

"You..." the boss frowned. "There's no one. What else do you want? Take it. I'm going to close the stall."

The boss stretched out his hand to get the arrow in Hu Erqin's hand. Hu Erqin didn't move. The boss's hand didn't touch Hu Erqin at all, so it was directly blocked by the indifference nearby.

"What? What is this?!" in front of the boss, the indifferent man was arrogant and cold eyed, and the boss was afraid.

"What are you doing?" Hu Erqin took the arrow in her hand. The arrow turned quickly on the tip of her finger. The flexibility made the people around him frustrated.

It's really people who have been playing with bows and arrows since childhood. It's no different from them playing with pens!

This... How to compare!

The arrow in Hu Erqin's hand stopped, "did I say you can go?"

The boss stared. He closed the stall and had to be approved by Hu Erqin. Why? Why, with the indifference in front of him, with Hu Erqin, who wants to play now. Before he has played enough, the boss must put it down all the time!

"When she has had enough, you can naturally close the stall." Hu Erdan took a cold look at the boss. In their desert, if Hu Erqin wants to play these, many people will come to the door, let alone one hour. It's two hours, one day, two days. These people have no regrets.

As long as Hu Erqin pays attention to them!

Big man... Oh, I don't appreciate it!

"It's really overbearing." Xu Manman whispered a scold, and Xu Yuanyuan nodded, "I really think this is their desert!"

"Hum! I'll come!" Changle couldn't see it. She had endured huerqin for a long time. When no one dared to go up, Changle couldn't help but stand up.

"Changle!" Zhan Fengling stared and wanted to stop, "don't! You can't win!"

"That's better than before." Chang Le's heart is not low, but if she doesn't spit out, she'll be uncomfortable all over and have to suffocate herself alive.

Muyun looks at Changle and thinks about it. She doesn't stop it. She doesn't despise Changle, but she knows that Changle's going up is also a word of loss, but Changle doesn't go up. In her heart, it's like a fire, burning all the time.

People are like that. Before they go, they always think that they may be the Savior, but after they go, they find that the reality is so cruel that they can't be the Savior at all. They even lose people and what they have lost.

If I had known it would be like this, give him another chance, he would not stand up. It's possible.

But if you don't try, you're really old. You'll think about it. You can't help thinking that if I went there, maybe I would beat her!