Supreme Crazy Concubine: Poison King's Beloved

With an innocent smile, Junchen rushes in. How can he still rely on youtou? This is too unfair to him.

"This..." Murong Fengqing wanted to retort, but he didn't know what to say. If he didn't mess around, there would be such a disgraceful thing.

"Do you want to say it's because of me? But just now you are the same... "It seems that after seeing through what Murong Fengqing thought, he said it with a smile and immediately saw Murong Fengqing's red face.

"Lonely, you die for me!" Murong Feng threw a fist at Gu Wujue, but he fell into Gu Wujue's hands.

"Qing Er, do you really want me to die? Don't you regret it? " The corner of his mouth grinned to both sides and widened a big radian. Looking at Jiao Chen's angry appearance, he felt more happy.

"Shut up Murong Fengqing now is regret, regret should first poison dumb no unique, so don't see him so proud.

"Well, since Qing'er doesn't tell me, we won't, but we'd better not waste our time here, or I don't know what we will think when we wait outside..." Gu Wujue finished, and without waiting for Murong Fengqing's reply, he walked out with a big smile, no matter Murong Fengqing was still angry behind him.

"Alone, wait for me." Murong Fengqing was very angry, but he had nothing to do. His clothes were not neat and his hair was scattered. He could not chase him out.

When Murong Fengqing was starting, there was a sudden sound of fighting outside. After a few seconds, Murong Fengqing understood what was going on. He was happy and ready to wash. Needless to say, it's Junchen who is taking out his anger. Originally, I didn't want to go out to take care of the two people's affairs, but when I think about Gu Wujue's internal injury, Murong Fengqing still went out to coax Jun Chen back after cleaning up. After making sure that there won't be such a thing again, he asked Jun Chen to stop and stop aiming at Gu Wujue.

But this has aroused great discontent of loneliness. What does it mean that there is no such thing after this? Is it hard to make him a monk here?

"Hum, boring two people, why don't you just die of old age and don't communicate with each other?" A face smelly cloud ink saw two talents half day time and sugar sticky beans stick together in the afternoon, can not help but Tucao, hum, know this alone can not make complaints about how long.

For Yun Mo's dissatisfaction, he can only smile, but no matter what Yun Mo says, he has no expression, waiting for him to vent.

"That's it?" Read half an hour later, cloud ink is finally stopped, lonely only then the tone of plain mouth.

"Hum!" Cloud Mo fiercely drank a draught of water, turn a face to don't want to reason to have no absolutely.

"Do you know that your father is still looking for your aunt?" As soon as Gu Wujue's words came out, Yun Mo was a little bit reactive, "he has been following Qing'er secretly, and today he took away a drop of her blood."

Although he doubts it, it's not easy to solve it, so it's best for yunmo to check it.

"What did you say? You said my father suspected that Murong Fengqing was... His aunt's daughter? " Yunmo almost couldn't react. He thought Murong Fengqing was his father's daughter. It seems that Murong Fengqing is his aunt's daughter. But it doesn't work!