Supreme Crazy Concubine: Poison King's Beloved

Mi Ying's words haven't finished yet, bang of be thrown out by the South Temple Fei ran, direct point dumb acupoint let him don't make any sound.

Mi Ying blushes and wants to run into the room. But after seeing Nangong feiran's cruel eyes, she can't step out.

Just as Mi Ying was crying, the door slammed open. Murong Feng stood in front of the door with his hands around him. His face was black as if he had been in the rain. Looking at the two people in front of the door, he couldn't breathe.

"You have to pretend to be pathetic and go to the street. There is no one here, so don't think anyone will be pathetic."

Poor Nangong is not worth what is worth pitiful, dignified, windy, rainy, rainy, and comforting.

With that, he turned to close the door. The force was so strong that he seemed to scatter all his Qi on the door.

However, the door did not close successfully. A white and transparent hand blocked the door frame and blocked the closing door, but put a hand in the crack of the door.

"My son." Miying is in a hurry, but no one hears him. Is Shizi crazy? She even takes her own hand to stop him. Now miss Murong is not an ordinary woman. Her strength is superior to that of a martial arts teacher!

It's possible to break Shizi's hand with this strength.

"You are really cruel. You don't want to read any old love. You hate me so much."

Nangong feiran leaned against the door, his voice was extremely hoarse. His face, which had always been full of spirit and unrestrained, was haggard at the moment. His hair was splashed with ink on his forehead, which made his face more pale. A pair of eyes like Obsidian tightly locked Murong Fengqing, which seemed to have a few emotions that could not be expressed.

The pain of her hand seemed to be the oppressive feeling that he couldn't breathe. He was defeated by her. Since she didn't want to be soft hearted, he was the only one who had a thick face.

"Nangong feiran, you have been damaged by the rain." Looking at Nangong feiran in front of the door, didn't he always say that the wind is the wind, which is fierce? Now I'm still doing this kind of inexplicable behavior.

The frown person brow and South Temple not however fight for some time, discover to push not to move a door at all, also don't bother with him. This man is really a disaster. The rain is so fierce that it can't kill him.

The heavy rain is still like splashing water. The sky is thundering. From time to time, several white lights flash to illuminate the two people in the night.

"Ha ha, if I can get my brain drenched, it's also very good, so I don't have to think too much, and I don't have to suffer too much." Nangong feiran's eyes didn't move. He opened his mouth after a long time. His tone was obscure and hoarse. He seemed to be talking to Murong Feng and talking to himself.

Before Murong Feng opened his mouth, he continued to talk, "you say, your heart has been occupied by hundred Li Li Mo, right? He helped you, helped you, and then taught Baili Shuyue a lesson. I'm afraid you can't be moved by all this, can you? It's normal that you don't read me in your heart. It's normal that you don't have my place in your heart. "

Nangong feiran said, and his voice seemed to be choking. "But I didn't mean to, and I couldn't help it."

"Nangong feiran, you've got some wind." Murong Fengqing felt puzzled. Nangong was talking about a mess.

What read hundred Li Li Mo, what didn't have his position?