Venerated Venomous Consort

Wu Wuyan's eyelashes hang down: "On the Lord, Yaner admits that he is actually a little special, but it is also seen that he is the main clone of the body, there is no intention."

Van Gogh's palm is on her shoulder: "You don't have to be afraid, this seat does not blame you. This is why you really want to be perfect. The girl always has a good home, rest assured, wait for this." After you remove the Emperor’s clothes, you will personally marry you."

Wu Youyan bowed his head and said: "Thank you for the Lord."

Van Gogh nodded: "Yan Er, as long as you are loyal, this seat will always hurt you. Let you have a good home. However, Long Si night does not have much feeling for you, you still need to try to come to him and win his good feelings. Yes, after all, the twisted melon is not sweet."

Wu Wuyan and silent for a long while: "...Yes! All the subordinates are obeying the Lord."

She looked at the debris in the ground and subconsciously wanted to clean up. Van Gogh waved his hand: "No, you go back."

Wu Wuyan was obediently left, and there was only one person in the hall. Van Gogh looked at the **** of the earth, and there was a pain in the shackles.

He leaned over and smashed the scum a little bit, without any technique. It seems as if you are collecting these things to sort out the messy mood.

There was a big piece, and he picked it up and looked at it, as if he saw the woman's face through the debris. His fingers slowly gripped the piece, the pieces pierced his palm, and blood ran down his fingers. He closed his eyes slightly.

Cherish, cherish, Master -

I will make you regret... I used to treat me like that...

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Inside the tourmaline palace.

Looking at the table, she looked at the table and sucked it into bacon. It was originally a big one. Now it’s only the size of the teacup, like the dried eggplant. There is no aura above.

She will look at her own hands again. Is this a practice of absorbing the body?

"I am sorry, how do you feel?"

"Mother, how do you feel?"

Emperor Yi and the emperor almost opened their mouths.

Gu Xizhen took a little bit of activity on his arms and legs, and he ran a bit of spiritual power: "Nothing is wrong, I feel that spiritual power has increased a lot."

Emperor's clothes pulled her over: "Let me see." One palm pressed lightly on her lower abdomen.

Gu Xizhen was forced to sit on his knees, and he was half-hearted in his arms, and the emperor glared at him with a pair of eyes.

Gu Xiqi's pretty face is slightly red, and it's rare to be shy. He coughed a little and was trying to break away. The Emperor's arm was slightly tight: "Oh, don't move!"

Gu Xi’s heart fretting, seems to realize what: “Well, I don’t move.”

I looked at my son again and was quite embarrassed: "Hey, your father is sick for his mother..."

"My nephew understands." The emperor’s eyes flashed a smug smile, knowing that his mother was shy...

After a while, Emperor Yi finally let go of her, and he breathed a sigh of relief: "It has finally become! Dear, you are not a small man!"

Emperor Yi still believes in his father's medical skills. His eyebrows are bent: "It can only be said that it is lucky, you can find the dragon to get this thing in time. Can help the father and mother to kiss..."

The emperor’s clothes raised his hand and licked his son’s head: “How can the father be lucky enough to have a good son like you!”

Gu Xi silently listened to the words of the two men like a dumbfounded, thinking for a moment, tapping the table with a finger knuckles, like laughing and laughing: "You don't bother to hold each other, who Come explain to me how this is going on?"

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Good night, today is not comfortable, less two chapters.

If there is time tomorrow, it will be added.