Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder’s Record of Counterattacks

Note the orphan, Ning Shu pity to see the cheongsam male eyes, went to the camp to find Xiangfeng men.

When Ningshu first saw Xiangfeng, he was wearing a flower shirt, wiping wax and fragrant body in a world that was about to be broken.

At that time, the feeling given to her was a relatively servant.

Unexpectedly, it was a soldier. It was estimated that the **** smell or the killing smell of the body was too strong, and it was covered with a fragrant smell.

Ning Shu stood outside the camp and hesitated to go in. Xiang Feng’s temper was a bit big, and he might be sprayed with a slobber.

"Go in, stand in the door to dry up?" Fujun a tuxedo, pale face, holding a black flower in his hand to play, slender fingers, the blue veins on the back of the hand is very obvious, squatting, watching For a long time, I feel that there is a feeling of mountains and rivers.

Those blood vessels are flowing rivers, squatting.

Ning Shu licked the **** and returned to the gods. The prince looked at Ning Shu and stared at his hand. "I like this flower?"

"Is there only black in the flower of the world?" Ning Shu asked, every time the hand of the house was black, even a small black flower was inserted in the pocket of the chest.

"Of course, if the colors are too much, it is so beautiful, how can those souls be willing to leave, if there is anything in hell, what are the attractive worlds of the souls that are attractive to the soul, and they will not die forever." More inserted in Ning Shu's ear, looked around left and right, shaking his head did not speak, entered the camp.

Ning Shu wiped the flowers on his ears, took it and smelled it. It was not the flower before it. It smelled like a cry, all kinds of sadness.

I thought it was a flower that made people happy. Isn't it a flower with seven emotions?

Ning Shu followed the camp, the uncle in the camp, Xiangfeng and the silver-haired man were talking, and the monarch randomly found a seat to sit down.