The Anarchic Consort

It was said that the Barry Gregory had left his footsteps, and the dark night eyes were completely open. The indifferent feeling disappeared into his lips with the arc of laughter and laughter.

He was frowning and seemed to think about something. When the black broken hair was hit, it just covered the pair of cockroaches with cold enthusiasm. The cold and suffocating smudged in his eyes at the same time, and another said no. The emotions, like sharp thorns, can be plunged into the heart of the person.

The abbot presided over, but he thought that the gimmick that became the object of the stupid boy was really pitiful.

He didn't know that at the moment of the wooden door, the Bailijiajue was hidden under the long sleeves and said that it was a little bit tight, and the violent breath was lingering around him. The atmosphere became stronger and stronger, and the bluestone path at the foot was Affected by his violent breath, he constantly uttered the sound of "咔嚓...咔嚓", as if the next moment, it would fall apart.

He stepped into the night of the sky, the long wind hunting room, the name "Tang" kept pouring into his ears.

Then he turned and walked slowly toward the courtyard room where he shouldn't have been.

It is night, the rain has just stopped, the wind in the early summer is blowing the bamboo forest, and it will always make people feel uncomfortable on the face.

Helen Weiwei headed in a wooden bucket of half height and felt the warmth of the water.

Usually in this case, Helian Weiwei will let the original meditation stay in the fantasy space. As for the white, it is still during the catastrophe, and Helen Weiwei simply let it sleep, until this time passes, then Let it wake up, and after the province comes out, what lightning lightning strikes will be encountered.

There was only one person in the room, probably because of the mountain. At night, the air appeared. The green bamboo forest rang, quiet and long-term, so that Helen Weiwei also forgot that she wanted to get the fragrant wood. One hundred and ninety-nine steps, suffered minor injuries.

The wound is not big, it is a little bit of a bath, hurt on the knee, always feel a little pain when invading the water.

Helen Weiwei did not care. When she was out of the task, she suffered more injuries than this. After a shower, I could just paint something.

The mountain is too humid, and the ancient clothes are cumbersome. If it is in other places, Helen Weiwei can directly solve the problem by wearing a slim-fit sports hot pants. This kind of wound can be solved by drying it for one day.

Helianweiwei thought about it while yawning and holding a glass of sake in her hand. When she was in modern times, her favorite thing to do was to nest in her double-meter-wide double bathtub while drinking red wine. Take the order, sometimes holding a tablet to read the novel.

Now this habit can't be changed in ancient times. It's just that the tablet doesn't count on reading the novel, but it wins the scenery.

Helen Weiwei reached out and just wanted to put down the glass in the palm of her hand, and she heard a bang, and the wooden door that she had locked on was actually opened!

Helen Weiwei stunned, and the gaze was extreme. Several bamboos next to the moon gate gently swayed under the moonlight.

The man stood in the moonlight, a wide-sleeved brocade with dark clouds, a white coat, and a vivid bamboo, like ink-stained, three thousand black and half, scattered Above the generous back, like the ancient gods.

"His Royal Highness?"

Behind the man there seems to be a shadowy anxious sound. After all, this is the Lingyin Temple. The son-in-law and the man-in-law are living separately. It is a bad rule to break into the yard like the Bailijiajue.

Shadow is only fortunate that the sky is late enough now, almost sleep to sleep, and the remaining few, he also has the ability to settle, otherwise, according to the practice of His Royal Highness, tomorrow they have to be too Shanghuang Huang to go to drink tea!

The Bailijiajue seems to be ignorant. The wide long sleeves are swung, and the wooden door is like a sensory, re-closed, and there is no gap in the gap.

He stood on the side of the barrel and looked at her condescendingly, for a while: "Do you want to talk to the temple about what to do next?"

Helen Weiwei thinks that this barrel of hot water is deep, but also sprinkled with rose petals, but it is not unclear.

In an instant, the red clouds swelled from the cheeks, and Helen Weiwei took the towel that was sitting next to him, and did not forget to remind the Baili Jiajue: "The trouble is that His Highness turned his head."

The Baili Jiajue looked at the red, and the heart seemed to be like a wild grass, and it was slightly itchy. He clasped his fingers tightly, and the ink of the ink flashed an unknown light. He slowly looked at He Lianwei again. Wei Weifan turned around very well.

Helen Weiwei Ma Li wrapped the long towel on his body, firmly hit a knot, and there was no clothes next to him. If he wanted to wear clothes, he would have to cross the man and go to the other side.

Helen Weiwei thought about it and didn't think there was anything. Anyway, she wrapped her towel, and she barely stepped on the wooden floor. When she passed the Bailijiao sideways, she glanced at his face, thick. The eyelashes are slightly squatting, and the thick abstinence is fascinating. It seems that some of her temples don’t have a single look at her. She can safely take clothes.

What is unexpected is that she just walked over, and the body of Bai Lijiajui moved. She probably closed her eyes and didn’t know which direction she would come from. So she let her directly hit him. In the arms.

The fresh and incomparable sandalwood instantly infiltrates into the breath, and it is very representative.

Helian Weiwei frowned, saw him slowly open his eyes, it was a pair of scorpions with an inquiry, and the shape of the eyes was a bit of a playful taunt, even though it did not hide his intellectuality. High cold temperament: "Are you deliberate? Deliberately hit the wall of the temple."

"His Highness, you really think about it." Helen Weiwei laughed and tried to push him away.

Helpless, the cloth with the towel fell in the palm of the other hand.

The pair of very slender hands, in the Taibai College, is the Daodian Book, and the outside of Taibai College is the world of beautiful, it is easy to think of the porcelain white artifacts in the museum.

Such a hand is very suitable for holding a goblet, but it is more suitable for... killing.

But now he is holding the cloth that she used to tie the towel, which makes Helen Weiwei feel that everything is not so normal.

"His Highness, don't you think you should let go?" Helen Weiwei smiled and rubbed his arms around his chest: "I don't think that the next night of His Royal Highness is to play with the cloth on my towel?"

The Baili Jiajue "Well?" a voice, slowly approaching her, holding one hand behind her, the light followed and pressed down...