Venerated Venomous Consort

Long Van suddenly stepped in and came in: "Why, how are you here? Follow me." Raise your hand and try to pull your hand.

Take care of you and take a step back: "Don't come close to me, you have a scent!"

Long Fan: "..."

He took a low breath: "Well, I am not close to you. But I am sorry, you have to get out of here, or you will be very unhappy when you see it, and will punish you."

Gu Xizhen raised his sharp chin: "I won't, my brother hurts me very much, and he will not say anything to him."

Long Van scared her: "That's why you didn't step on his bottom line. Once you step on it, he is fierce! I will throw you into the magma..."

Gu Xi’s face was white, and he stepped back: “It’s only... It’s not going to be.” The bottom gas is not enough. One foot: “I won’t talk to you! I’m going to find my brother!” Turned and ran.

"Dragon Vatican, is this the result you want?" The emperor opened his mouth and succeeded in retaining the steps that Long Fan would leave: "In any case, she was born from your hands, you should be his father, put A little smart, clever girl calms the intelligence of a child. No father in the world will do this!"

The dragon van Gogh was under the squad, and he was cold and sighed for a while: "That is the matter of this seat, it has nothing to do with you!" Turned and went out.

Emperor's clothes closed his eyes again.

After a moment he seemed to have sensed something, and opened his throat to look at a corner: "Is the **** addicted? Is it so sneaky in my own nest?"

There is a person in the corner who is out of shape, black and silver hair, handsome and unparalleled, it is the ink lord.

He appeared in the back of the lips and a hook: "Zuo Tianshi is not a left-handed teacher. Being tied to this virtue can be so keen and can sense the invisible deity. I almost doubt that your identity is not just Zuo Tianshi... ..."

When he said this, his eyes were as sharp as a blade, and he did not let go of any slight expression on the face of Emperor.

The Emperor's clothes are very interesting: "What do you think is the identity of this seat?"

Ink smiled: "Holy!"

Emperor Yiyi also laughed: "Thank you, thank you so much."

Ink did not see anything from his expression, and suddenly stepped forward and mentioned the ecstasy locks on the emperor's clothes.

This is undoubtedly a kind of torture. The emperor's clothes are full of sweat and his face is white, and his lips are still smiling. "Ink, you seem to be dissatisfied, so come to the trouble of this seat?"

Ink is a stiff! It was like being stepped on a painful foot. A sneer: "What do you want to be dissatisfied with? Do you want to be dissatisfied? I am doing whatever I want. And what about you...what do you like her? Isn’t it like a dog to be moved here? She is against me..." His voice suddenly lowered, with a magnetic dullness: "She is not a general enthusiasm for me, especially in that regard..."

He was very annoyed that the Emperor’s clothes were now covered by the quilt, so he had no choice but to attack him. I want to tear off the calm coat on the other person's face and see that the other person is mad at it...

Unfortunately, he was still disappointed. His words did not seem to affect the Emperor's clothes. Emperor Yi looked at him for a moment, and smiled casually. He was not convinced: "Is it? How does this seat look at you... It seems that there is a hidden illness?" ”