Wild Malicious Consort: Good For Nothing Ninth Miss

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I thought that with the hypocrisy of Bao Rongdi, he might still do the play, but he did not even disguise himself, as if he was his shame.

Reprimanded him and asked him to quit.

Well, then, he will not use his heart and softness in the future.

Thinking about this, the gloom in his shackles was covered up, and he pulled his lips and said: "It’s just that you are talking with you and you are not talking about it."

After all, he reached out and grabbed the soft hand of the stranger and put it on his chest. He said, "I warn you, I can't talk to him for more than three sentences in the future. Otherwise, I will turn my face and be ruthless."

No more than three sentences?

Please settle down and say goodbye to one sentence. As a result, it is equivalent to saying only one sentence.

That is, she can, but it can't be said that she can't say anything, does she not respond at all?

Mo Shanghua has not thought about the authenticity of his words, and he has attracted attention by this sentence "no more than three sentences."

Slightly think about it, she suddenly laughed and laughed.

"What do you think is the overlord clause?" The stranger's lips twitched slightly and smiled. "If the other person said that I don't know the number of rituals, do you respect the royal family?"

The north of the city does not change color, and the straightforward opening: "That counts on my head."

When he spoke, he couldn't help but tighten a little.

The flowers on the stranger were dimly lit. Although it was only a slight movement, perhaps even he did not consciously, but she was keenly captured, including his dark bottom.

Her lips and eyes smiled a little, a little hesitant, and took the initiative to lean on the past, nestled in the arms of Yubei City, whispered: "Well, then I will listen to you."

Yubei City was not talking, clutching her shoulders tightly, and the darkness was slightly slower.

......

On the other side of Liu Yan, there is no stranger on the flower. She is in a good mood, her lips are smiling, and her eyes are faintly looking at her. "Your Highness, I haven't seen you for a long time, but I have been busy in recent days. You should pay attention to rest. Yes."

After a pause, she took a sachet from the hands of Saitama and smiled: "His Royal Highness, this thing has the effect of calming the nerves, you..."

"Liu girl." 阎墨厉, but apparently did not have the patience to listen to the words of Liu Yan, there is no expression on the face, "I hope that after the mother, the temple should not stay for a long time."

All the softness and shame of Liu Yan were frozen at this moment, and the twilight was dark.

For a long while, she forced herself to bow her head and bowed, "Give me your Highness."

If it’s just fine, it’s a gentle and respectful face, but it’s frosty for Liu Yan, and only a few people will smile a little.

Thinking of this, Liu Yan’s heart is a bit of a sorrow and unwillingness.

I never thought about it, but I was still more attentive.

When she passed by her side, she did not forget to lower her voice, and said coldly: "Remember your identity."

In a short sentence, Liu Yan’s face was almost out of control.

When Saitama sees it, her heart jumps and reminds me of weakness and weakness. "Miss, are we going to go out of the palace?"

For a long while, I saw Liu Yan gently nodded, and put one hand on the arm of Saitama, walking in front of the soul.

The palm can't help but use a little force, and the long nails pierce the tender meat above the arm of the jade.

Daiyu has long been used to it, but it is still painful and pale, but a little voice does not dare to send out, carefully holding her away.

At this time, Liu Yan’s brain could not help but pass through some pictures that made her heart and lungs painful.