Evil Concubine from Heaven: The Amazing Seventh Miss

"Sister Chang Le, people stay so boring that they don't take people with them when they play mahjong." That's deserved, too. Su Chang Le secretly make complaints about it, and simply shielded the communication between the moon and the moon. Looking back, I saw the animals who had been beating all night. Mi Yue stamped her feet angrily. Even sister Chang Le didn't want her. She was so poor. Hualing stopped and looked at Mi Yue, who squatted under the tree and drew a circle, "you don't want to find Chang Le now. She's competing now. If you delay, you'll be abandoned!" Mi Yue moaned and said, "who told you to play cards without me? Hum, it's so hateful."“ You can hesitate to touch mahjong for more than half an hour. The devil wants to play with you. " Mi Yue bared her teeth and looked at the glass playing mahjong in her own way. She was even more sad. Even ghosts didn't want to fight with her. Another day, some people have written a hundred chapters to directly apply for submission, and some people give up halfway to leave. In the twinkling of an eye, there are less than 100 people left in the whole lobby“ There is still one last hour, and the rest of the people have to refuel. " The old man reminded him that he narrowed his eyes and patrolled around, and then lay down on the couch to sleep again. Su Changle wiped the sweat on her forehead and breathed a sigh of relief. These should be enough... She only felt that her hand was not her own, and her wrist was sour and painful. Now she was very painful to pick up the pen. She rubbed the other hand, and the feeling of pain swept through her body, shivering, and Gong Wujue's back jumped into her sight. He was still in the same position when he came there. He didn't move at all. On his left hand, there were mountains of ink stained rice paper. He raised his eyebrows and looked at what he had written. He had little to do with him. He couldn't see who was more and who was less. A censer was brought up with a column of freshly lit incense. The smell of the incense was pungent, but it was very improved. Su Changle was so busy that he took up his pen and buried himself in struggle. There was still time for incense. The time of a incense stick is neither fast nor slow. The familiar bell rings. Many people throw away their pens and fall to the ground to sleep. Several disciples of Tiancheng sect came forward and took away what they had written down in turn. The old man stroked his beard and smiled: "take a break and announce the results in a incense burning time." Su Changle was about to close his eyes and refresh himself. Suddenly, someone pulled off his sleeve and turned his head. He looked at situ Qingying curiously, "Chang Le, I think you have written a lot. How do you feel?"“ It's OK. It's good to be able to live. " She has always been confident about this. Situ Qingyin glanced. "I should be able to make it. I can't remember how to write many words, so I have to use similar words instead." Su Changle lifted his eyelids. There are really many new words, but just look at them more. Raise your lips, turn your eyes, and see Gong Wujue coming this way. Su Changle immediately raised the alarm bell in his heart, shrunk his neck, vigilantly stared at the steps taken by Gong Wujue, hooked his lips, and took the initiative to say hello, "the third prince, I haven't seen you for a long time. It's a coincidence to meet you here." Palace Wujue suddenly paused opposite her. Two dark red eyes stared at her tightly, still expressionless and said, "unfortunately, the prince came because of you." As soon as Gong Wujue's voice fell, the pot burst open around him and looked here one after another. The four great powers all have the best talents. This palace Wujue is the representative of the kingdom of heavenly power. It is said to be really careless. Even there has never been any expression on his face, which is colder than Prince narong. Such a person will take a fancy to a woman?