My Script is a Supporting Role

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Mo Dust scared a jump, jumping directly from the bed.

No.

Is this unrestrained?

Is this really come over?

I, I have nothing to prepare anything.

Chapter 228 disappeared

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The sound of the knock is still continuing.

Mo Chen is some sillets.

This door is open, still not open?

not open?

More hurt!

A girl, after hearing that, I really walked to the door to knock on the door.

In this era of reserved more sealing rituals, what is the courage to bother? How difficult is it? How many secular hinders are broken?

Did you get this step?

In this way, the birth is rejected, who has to leave how much psychological shadow?

Open the door?

Hug your youthful breath, release the hot passion, feel the swaying of the soul?

Luo Qier is not only a refined, and the frying body is full of temptation.

Such a person, walking in this time, how many men can refuse?

After a struggle, Mo Chen finally walked over, reached out and opened the door.

Since you are here, you love my love, let the storm are more fierce.

The door opened, but the door is a girl who stood a clear and quiet, a blue road, and behind the long sword.

Murong Qing Moon?

Mo Dust a lot of blood instantly drops to the ice point, the whole person suddenly zero.

It's hard to say, just talk next to the teacher?

its not right.

Just is the voice of Luo Qier.

Is this long night, the sister, you are not always sleep, you have to cut the wine in the Westward window?

This ... is too sudden.

I am thinking about it, Murong will step into the house in one step in Murong and look at Mo Chen's eyes.

Mo Chen did not consciously retreat a step, and carefully defeated his chest with his hand.

Sister, I am still very seedling ...

Please love ...

No, please pity ...

"I still feel that some people are secretly staring at us."

Murong said low the sound.

Mo Chen did not respond, "Who is so shameless, this kind of thing must be peetered ..."

I woke up.

Murong Qing Moon talking about, and thinking about his mind is not a matter.

"Ah? Someone stared at us?"

Mo Chen finally turned around, "Is this not normal? There is a group of people downstairs, who is not staring at us."

"it's not like that."

Murong Qing moon tone is very solemn, "It is other people, I can feel ..."

Suddenly I noticed that Mo Chen's hands chest, a frightened rabbit look, couldn't help but frown, "What are you doing?"

Mo Chen also felt that his current posture was a bit embarrassed, put down his hand, and smiled in the wind, made a cloud of light and light expression: "I just worked, you, I will practice me. gas."

"So I used this method, Shun."

Murong Qingyue took his eyes and said: "Your cultivation is quirky, even this method, it is also this strange."

Mo Chen smiled and contained the past.

"The sister, so many people in the next job, even if there is anyone in the dark, there will be no matter what?"

Since Roch is a special identity, it is a natural thing to pay attention to it.

Today, there is Feng San disputed, there is Feng Fif, and the black face, it sounds like her big brother.

If there is any other people who have any forces, Mo Chen doesn't feel strange.

"Not the case," Murong Yue Yun, "The following people, I didn't feel any dangerous atmosphere from them."

"But I just felt, but there is a danger of danger, making me very uncomfortable."

Mo Chen finally worked very seriously.

Danger?

Does anyone have to be unfavorable to Loqi?

"That's not, tonight, you go to sleep with Luo Qier?"

Mo Chen is in Murong Qingyoon Road.

This kind of thing is only you go.

Is it difficult to let me?

Then she is not more dangerous.

Murong Qing moon thought, finally shook his head.

"Forget it, I feel like this, I always have some weird, I don't say it wrong with it."

Send the Murong in the moon, but the corner of the house, and the head of Xiaofu quickly turned back.

Mo Dust patted the forehead.

"This thing is for trouble ..."

Tomorrow, this is the tall teacher, which is afraid that it is a gossip.

Going back to your house, Mo Chen recalls that the Murong Qingyue, the faintness is still safe.

Knock on the wall and walk against the side: "Hey, have you slept?"

The opposite is slowly loud, "If I don't sleep, do you want to accompany me?"

Mo Chen stayed, suddenly reacted, angered: "Little Qinglong, you gave me a roll!"

The sound of there suddenly, Xiao Qinglong took the beautiful road: "Big, this is not my business, I am also from it ..."

At this time, Luo Qier smiled, "Dead guys, call you to talk, or the Murong Master is coming, I have already come over."

Mo Chen said: "You have to come, I am afraid that I will not go back."

Think of the Murong Qingyue, hurry to throw a distraction, say: "Murong Sister said that she felt that someone stared at us in the dark, it is estimated that you are coming, you are careful."

At this time, the door rang again.

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"Who is this, I am not a club, how come my night to run?"

Mo Chen walked in the door, but it was an extremely ordinary woman in a garment. It looked like a girl in this guest, and a fragrant burner raised by a light smoke.

"Guest, this mosquito is invaded this night, afraid of affecting the guest, so preparing the mosquitorate in the store."

Mo Chen said: "You will take them, I don't need it, the mosquitoes don't bite me."

The woman smiled, "Mosquitoes don't know people, will not bite."

Mo Chen did not say a lie.

Since swallowing the soul of the soul, cultivating golden might, mosquito, there is no longer to find him.

I don't know if it is a toxicity because of the soul of the soul itself, and the mosquitoes don't dare to be close.