Pampering the Spicy Little Crazy Wife

Southern Xinjiang, imperial palace.

LAN Mu is standing in front of his desk with rice paper spread out on it. He is painting with a brush in his hand. The woman in the picture looks bright and beautiful, with a delicate face. The seemingly absent smile at the corner of his mouth is more eye-catching.

What's more, the flower in the forehead is thin and white. The woman in the painting, hiding in Merlin, is as beautiful as a nine immortals.

In front of the desk, kneeling a bodyguard, LAN Mu didn't pay attention, but focused on his painting. After a long time, he left the last stroke on the rice paper.

As you can see, he wrote a poem on the rice paper: "beauty is like a dream and a fairy. I've seen it for many years.

The man in the picture is just like the beginning of the moon.

"How's it going?" Blue Mu put the brush in the hand aside, this just light voice, inquired about Nangong Beibei's condition.

"No progress at all." The bodyguard answers this sentence of blue Mu truthfully, but is also looking at the face of blue mu, the atmosphere dare not come out.

Blue Mu "Er" a, but in the next instant, but cold and fierce voice: "really waste, hurry to me to find, can't find, take your head back to see me!"

He hasn't even done it yet. Someone is ahead of him, and it's still in southern Xinjiang. Who dares to act under his nose?

Blue Mu is angry, the anger in the heart, start a prairie fire, shouting in his chest!

……

Nangong Beibei's chest is very painful. It seems that someone pinched her heart tightly, exerting little by little, causing severe pain.

She curled up on the ground, her face was full of ferocious and painful expression!

She clenched her lower lip tightly, but there was no sound. Not far away from Nangong Beibei, the man who was neither male nor female was playing the magic flute again, which urged the poison in Nangong Beibei's body. At the moment of chest pain, Nangong Beibei just felt that his brain was about to explode.

On the forehead, back... All overflowed thick cold sweat, but this unruly pervert still refused to let her go, Nangong Beibei clenched her teeth, but was trembling, the voice was extremely trembling: "I'm not... Promised... You, will help..."

"Ha ha, you promised me, but since I have poisoned you, how can I not let you suffer?" The woman stopped playing her flute.

Nangong Beibei's pain is disappearing little by little. She lies on the ground, gasping for breath, and almost died.

"Who the hell are you?" poison produced by venomous insects?

Is this woman from southern Xinjiang?

"You don't have to know who I am. Now get up and let's go to Liuguo! " The woman gave orders to Nangong Beibei.

Nangong Beibei got up, but his feet were soft and he fell to the ground. He couldn't get up at all. He didn't use any strength.

"If you really want me to follow you to Liuguo, you'd better not attack me. If something happens to me, what will be delayed is your journey and the resurrection days of Lin xian'er and Lin Qinghou. Do you think those ghosts wandering in the world will survive forever? " This sentence, Nangong Beibei made a fake, but still with a domineering attitude, said it.

Even if she looks very weak now, Nangong Beibei has to do so in order to survive!

"Ha ha, I just want you to taste the poison. If you dare to have other ideas, this is your end!" The woman gave a cold warning to Nangong Beibei.

Nangong Beibei's throat trembled and she didn't speak any more. She was only a woman in front of her. She was just a pervert. She was a madman!

But in the next moment, her body had been lifted up by the woman and dragged her out. Even if Nangong Beibei had martial arts, there was no force at the moment.

It's like a fish on a chopping board, to be slaughtered!

Out of the door, Nangong Beibei saw the day outside, but someone was dazzling. The woman directly threw Nangong Beibei into the carriage, but she didn't hurry to start. She didn't go upstairs, Nangong Beibei only heard the distant footsteps.

And then there was a burst of voices.

"Lord, everything is done and ready to go."

"All right, I see. You follow us. Let's go." There was the woman's voice again, and then there was a sound of footsteps.

The curtain of the carriage was lifted, and the woman sat up, but she wore a veil to cover her ugly face. Nangong Beibei's lips passed a sneer.

But was noticed by the woman, the woman tightly frowned: "what are you laughing at?"

"What do I laugh at? What does it have to do with you?" Nangong Beibei is laughing at this woman's ignorance, her vanity, and... Nangong Beibei's neck is suddenly strangled by the woman.

That inch finger is tightening, Nangong Beibei's face is red, and he just feels that he is going to be out of breath, and his breathing is hard.

"Now, I am your master. Do you think it has anything to do with me?" The cold voice was heavy, but with a kind of potential.

As if Nangong Beibei would be her slave!

"Yes, you has the final say, but even if you are my master, what is it? Is it difficult for me to smile? Is it in your way? " Nangong Beibei continued to smile just now, ridiculing incomparably.

The woman was biting her teeth, and the Gu flute in her hand had already clenched a little, and her tone increased a little: "of course, you can try to offend me. Do you think you can survive?"

Hardly wished to live. If it wasn't for Nangong bebey said that there was a way to make Lin Xianer and Lin Qing * come back, she would have picked up bebbe's hands and feet in Nangong, gave her a poison and made her a man. There were thousands of ways to torture Nangong Beibei in her hands. She could make Nangong Beibei feel bad about it, and she could not survive.

"If I don't have a way to live, your daughter won't come back." Nangong Beibei bit his lower lip, thin lip coldly hit back this sentence.

"Ah..."

Suddenly, Nangong Beibei screams. The woman suddenly grabs Nangong Beibei's hair and clasps Nangong Beibei's wrist.

So hard

"I'll tell you, your present identity is nothing more than a tool, isn't it? Believe it or not, I'll sew up your mouth bit by bit? "

If a woman doesn't wear a veil, Nangong Beibei knows that she can see her face full of ferocity!