Supreme Crazy Concubine: Poison King's Beloved

Anyway, she felt that Nangong could not see through, as if he was not the kind of person who was emotional or impulsive when he came with interest. On the contrary, every step will be calculated in advance.

That's why she didn't believe him. Nangong had no purpose to meddle.

"I'm not pretending. I'm sincere. How can you look at me like this, Xiao qinger?" Nangong feiran's uninhibited eyes covered with a layer of unknown sadness, and then said, "I want to help xiaoqing'er clean up. I didn't expect that xiaoqing'er should refuse my son so mercilessly."

"Go away? No one left you. Wash yourself and go back to wash the birds! " Murong Feng leans to Nangong feiran's lower body, and takes aim if he has a point.

Just now, if she didn't feel wrong, Nangong feiran seemed to be showing signs. It's really hard for him to show signs to his own appearance!

It can be seen how promiscuous men are.

"Little girl, are you a woman in the end? Is it really good for you to discuss a man's place like this in broad daylight?" Nangong feiran was attracted by Murong Fengqing. He felt a little strange. He cursed whether he should find a woman. Otherwise, he would be provoked by Murong Fengqing.

However, there are many beautiful women around, but they never have other thoughts, and even have no interest in seeing more.

It's crazy if he doesn't come true.

"Well, what's wrong? You're so shy. You haven't had meat yet, have you?" Murong Fengqing suddenly had some fun. Nangong feiran was only 18 or 19 years old, but in ancient times, some children could make soy sauce.

In particular, young masters like him should have girls warming their beds every day.

At the thought of this, Murong Fengqing feels dirty. NIMA wants to wash her hands and mouth.

"My son, don't talk nonsense to you!" Nangong feiran's face was pale pink. He dropped a word, turned over and turned his horse's head to leave.

Murong Fengqing doesn't care. She has no time to waste time with him.

Turn around and walk into the prime minister's residence, but in the courtyard, you meet Murong Tianyuan, who is waiting for her, and Murong ruoeru, who is going to die, white as a ghost, with terrible eyes like a Yaksha.

Ah... After looking at Li Shi, what do Murong Huahao want to do to her now? The consensus of the whole family is not to her

Ignoring this, Murong Feng turns to Xianghe garden.

"Waste, stop!" Murong Huahao is ferocious with a small face. He points to Murong Feng and drinks. This waste dares to harm his sister. Look, he won't kill her today!

"Trash, who do you call it?" Murong Fengqing suddenly stops and turns to Murong Huahao.

Cold face, such as the lethargy of the Rocha Dun now, in the hot summer also let people all over as if in the ice cellar.

"Waste is calling you, of course!" Murong Huahao's retort, but after Murong ruoru's brother reminds him, he suddenly realizes that he has been fooled by Murong Feng.

"How dare you play with me! I don't want to kill you Murong Hua's face turned red. He pulled out his sword and rushed to Murong Feng with a killing move.

"Little 99, this guy is just seven paragraphs. Do you think I can absorb his skill? After sucking it off, can I improve one or two paragraphs? "