Raising a Fox Consort: The Cold Demonic Wang’s Sweet Love

Su wine wine thought in his heart, and there was such a picture in his mind.

In the picture, the night ink is cold and naked, in the hot spring of the hot smoke, holding this book in one hand, one hand...

Oh...

Can't think about it anymore, too much!

Su wine is annoyed and ashamed, but just looking at the pictures on the books, the woman’s strange move, thinking of the night, like this.

Ever since, my body seems to be uncontrollable, and the subconscious began to learn books, and the women’s actions were done.

To make it fun, Su wines saw their strange and funny movements, only felt funny, could not help but giggled.

While giggling, Su wine slowly flipped through the pages of the book, one by one, slowly learning to do it.

However, just in the book of Su Jiujiu, the woman squats, when the movement of the person, suddenly did not notice that the study is not far away, two long shadows are slowly coming towards the study side... ...

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"I said cold, it’s been a long time. Have you not found the woman that night?! So the woman is really amazing. I want to know that in the four kings, the guards are deep and strict, and the guards in your house, One by one, you personally choose to teach, so that you can escape by the woman, and still have escaped twice, so that the woman, if not in your house, or it is very light The people, just, I have adjusted a lot. On the rivers and lakes, people who don’t know martial arts but have done a good job are really few. Moreover, the identity of those people does not match the woman at that night. So, the woman who was that night, my identity is really mysterious..."

While walking next to the night of the cold ink, the wind will trace the things of these days, and the night and the night will be revealed.

The night ink is cold, but it is just close to the lips, no words. For the mysterious woman that night, the night is also curious.

These days, no matter how many people he sent, no one could find the mysterious woman that night.

The woman seemed to appear out of thin air, and finally, disappeared without a trace.

He also brought all the women in the house, checked them one by one, but did not find the woman that night.

In this regard, the night of the cold for the woman of that night, more and more curious.

Inside the brain, it is the thing that comes to the night from time to time.

There is also the charming figure of the woman, and the beautiful appearance...

Every time I think of it, the woman, wearing her own red robe, is being held tightly by herself. In the eyebrows, the pitiful appearance, the night of coldness, can’t be controlled, and there is a strong desire. Read.

For this strong desire, read, let the night ink cold myself feel shocked and surprised.

After all, after living for twenty-four years, he has been pure-minded.

Not to say that he is not interested in women.

However, the women around him are all close to him with other purposes.

What they like is nothing more than his right to status and what he can bring to them.

For the kind of woman who loves vanity, he is extremely disgusted.

Therefore, every time a woman gives him a hug, he will climb all the way to his bed, throwing his eyebrows at him, he will throw it out unceremoniously.

However, for the woman that night...

At the thought of this, in the night of the cold ink, the face of the mysterious woman that night again emerged.

That is enough to make the world's men crazy, and the fascinating figure, and the beautiful look, the pitiful look.

Even the voice that is full of grievances and pleading for him is a pin, a soul!

That woman is simply a human being!

Just, such a stunner is now like a fascination.

It’s a rush, it’s rushing, so mysterious.

However, the more mysterious, the more he made such a strong curiosity towards her, and the strange... inciting!

Just in the night, I was fascinated by the wind, and there was no trace of the wind that was lingering. I saw that the saliva that I said was dry. The man who walked beside him did not respond in one sentence. The right is transparent.

To this end, the brows are slightly stunned, and the eyebrows are a little bit confused.

"Cold, what's wrong with you!?"

The wind has no opening, and the eagle sweeps.

But seeing the man walking beside him, I was thinking about what I thought, and I never heard him.

For the man's move, it is doubtful that the wind is no trace.

You know, he knows the personality of the man next to him. This man has always kept himself alert and awake.

However, I think that things are so fascinating, and this is not the first time.

He has been so often since he was an assassin in the night.

In this regard, the wind is not curious, no, what happened that night, he did not know it! ?

When I think of it, the wind is not visible.

In the eyebrows, I immediately got a bit of a look of gossip. Immediately, I couldn’t help but stretch out the slender hand and forcefully hit the firm shoulders of the night.

"I said, cold!"

When I heard the wind without any traces, I felt the heavy blow on my shoulder and immediately let the night cold come back.

Immediately, the good-looking sword eyebrows could not help but glance at the gaze of the wind without a trace, adding a bit of dissatisfaction.

For the unpleasant color of the night ink, the wind does not care, but does not care at all, the corner of the mouth, can not help but smile.

"Cold, you are always ecstatic recently, isn't it, the woman of that night, really long and beautiful, so, have your three souls and seven scorpions are gone!?"

There is no trace of the wind, and the eyebrows are all ridiculous.

It was said that the night of the cold was almost nothing to think about, then he said that he would screw his eyebrows.

"What are you talking about!?"

"Oh, I have nonsense!? Cold, what do you and I have to do!? We have known each other for more than ten years, your mind, still want to take advantage of me! Come here, talk to me, What the night girl looked like, and what happened to the woman that night, you know! The woman at night, but nothing was worn..."

The more the wind is, the more it is said.

In the eyes of outsiders, the wind is unobtrusive and unrestrained, but no one knows. In fact, he also has a gossip side. In particular, it is the life and death of his acquaintance for many years.

For the inexhaustible questioning of the wind, the night ink is annoying.

However, as the wind has no traces, the mind of the night is cold, and it is the fascinating appearance of the woman who is constantly pouring out that night.

Gradually, I only felt a hot air, and went straight from the bottom of my heart to the top of my head.

The cheeks are slightly hotter.