Evil Concubine from Heaven: The Amazing Seventh Miss

"Chang next to the female character, isn't that the meaning of immortality? Little meiguo immortal, as his name suggests, looks like a fairy face!" Rao is as cheeky as Su Changle, and he can't help being a little shy. She knows she is beautiful. Can this person not always remind her? It's embarrassing“ Su Changle, Su Changle... I like the name of little beauty. In the future, I will be called little beauty and little sweetheart. "" Like her name, change her name, and where does she look like sweetheart? Seeing her disdain on her face, Feng Mo Yi scratched her head, "doesn't the little beauty like Chang Le baby, Chang Le sweetheart, or the lady, my beloved Chang Le Le?"“ Stop, "Su Changle's green veins protruded on his forehead, and he just felt goose bumps all over." it's still called little sweetheart. " I suddenly feel that the title of little sweetheart is too beautiful“ Good little beauty, "Feng Mo was stunned and shook his head," no, good little sweetheart. " Su Changle ignored him and found a comfortable place to close his eyes. The night of Xingyue mainland is not as beautiful as that of magic and martial arts mainland. Although it is full of stars, it is also full of killing opportunities everywhere. From time to time, you can hear the battle sound from a distance. But somehow, it was clear that the voice was so close, but no one rushed here“ Little sweetheart, don't worry. Some people dare not come here. " Feng Mo's voice suddenly remembered. Su Changle is a little ashamed, but he believes in Feng Mo's words. Feng Mo has excellent temperament, and the material of his clothes is also excellent. His birth must be extraordinary. In this strange continent, there are strong people everywhere. It can be said that she is in a dilemma, and Feng Mo is such a bodyguard. In fact, she is also good. Suddenly, Su Changle remembered something and turned over and sat up to see the wind and ink. Feng Mo just looked at her with a piece of Dogtail grass in his mouth. Seeing her look, he immediately made a shy expression, "sweetheart, you don't have to worry about not seeing my face when you wake up tomorrow."“ You have a face, too? " Su Changle is cold and blocked. Feng Mo is very wronged and shriveled. "Sweetheart, how can you say that about your future husband." Su Changle raised his forehead, "Feng Mo, I ask you, have you ever heard of the name Meng Zhumian?"“ Meng Zhumian... "Feng Mo frowned and thought seriously. Su Changle looked forward to looking at him. Half a ring, Feng Mo shook his head, "I know many people, and there are many surnamed Meng, but I can't remember a few names." "..." Resist the impulse to beat him, "what about Rong Beilan?" Feng Mo looked at her strangely, "it has no influence. Are you sure there is such a person in the world?" Su Changle looked at him and went back to sleep. The whole girl was crazy. The next day, Su Changle just opened her eyes and saw Feng Mo come to her like a treasure with a lot of colorful fruits“ Little sweetheart, do you think you are fierce? Are so many fruits enough for us to eat all day? " One day, he really wanted to rely on her, didn't he? Su Changle glanced at him and got up to have a look at the full fruits. They were red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple. There were all seven colors, but... The corner of his mouth pulled it out and pushed it away, "eat it yourself." Feng Mo pouted and hung his head. "Don't you like my fruit, sweetheart? I've found it for a long time."“ I'm afraid I won't survive tomorrow. "