Venerated Venomous Consort

"How is this body used by you?" Van Gogh's hand slipped and fell on her wrist, symbolizing her. ,

The woman’s body was slightly stiff and she lowered her eyebrows: “Thank you, the beauty is not good.”

Van Gogh saw her for a moment and sighed a little: "You still hate it."

Wu Wuyan slightly licked his lips: "Yan Er will not, Yan Er just has one thing unknown."

After she was resurrected, the whole person was like a piece of wood. Although it was very obedient, it seemed to have lost all emotions. Van Gogh tempted her several times and she did not say anything.

It is rare for her to ask why, Van Gogh was originally prepared for her heart, and now she is relieved: "You said."

"Lord, the Lord once said that Gu Xizhen is also your work. Like Yan, we are all your pawns, but she has always betrayed you, but the Lord is very polite to her. If the Lord can have a pair of subordinates. Half of her..."

"What are you? Can you compare with her?!" Fan Qianshi interrupted her coldly, and the tone was cold.

Wu has no face, coveted, and faintly said: "Yes, Yan Er is wrong, Yan is only the main piece of chess. Yaner will remember his own part."

Van Gogh looked at her, and the dawn shimmered, and I knew that I had said something before...

Probably the reason for the failure, his mood is also somewhat unstable, and took a sigh of relief: "Yan, this seat is not that meaning, this seat means that you and her have their own skills, each has its own Function, you don't have to compare with her."

"Yes, Yan Er is taught. Can Yan Er ask another question?"

"can!"

"Is the soul of Gu Xiyu different from Yan'er? She can actually cultivate into God in such a short period of time, and the Lord used several times to control her, and even washed her memory, but always Failure... According to Yan’s knowledge, the Lord’s memory-washing technique has not failed except her, her soul is so strong, and her subordinates always feel that she does not belong to this kind of...”

Van Gogh has a meal, and faintly said: "She is the seat... It has been made by special means, and naturally it must be stronger."

"Then she has been out of control, why the Lord does not make a soul as strong as her, and then listen to it." Wu Wuyan blurted.

Vatican Thousands frowns: "She can't be copied, her soul is not the seat..." When he said that he suddenly stopped, and looked coldly at Wu's face: "Yan, are you in the seat?" ”

Wu Wuyan licked his lips and covered his body: "The Lord is more concerned. His subordinates are just some doubts... If you don't feel relieved, you can wash away the memory of Yan's face."

Van Gogh stared at her for a moment, finally laughed, and the voice was soft: "Yan, you have been with this seat for so many years, always loyal, this seat is still very reassuring to you, well, we don't have to discuss this, last time Things have caused you some sin, have been wronged, this seat wants to compensate you, what do you want?"

Wu Wu Yan Yan, slightly shaking his head: "Subordinates ... do not want anything under the ......"

Van Gogh looked at her and slowly said: "Yan Er, there is no need to cover in front of this seat. Do you like Long Si night?"

Wu Youyan suddenly looked up: "The Lord..."

"You don't have to cover it. I understand that you like him. In fact, he used to be a clone of this seat. If you like him, you also like this seat. You won't blame you."