The Anarchic Consort

Bai Lijiajue knows to toss her up, but it is undeniable that he likes the feeling now. He also wants to be gentle. He just doesn't know why. When she touches her body, the temper in her heart will even cover up. Can't cover it.

He even wanted to bite her throat as she stretched her neck and tasted it. Isn't her blood sweet?

can not be like this!

The Barry Gregory licked his hand and suppressed it. She would not like to see you who completely lost his mind and only knew to kill.

The Bailijiajue took a deep breath, and the red light of the bottom of the demon was gradually faded away. He reached out and licked the hair of Helen Vivi, and a soft kiss fell on her forehead.

Then, it is a joke.

Even if he doesn't like it, he has to leave her with her.

Oh!

The night wind blows through the treetops.

The Qinglong, which is sleeping at the bottom of the lake, is aware of what it is, and a sudden tumbling, the whole lake is difficult to control.

The white man stepped back two steps and the blood spilled out of his thin lips.

The little man carrying the gourd bit his teeth and hurriedly screamed: "Master!"

"I'm fine." The white man's fingertips crossed his mouth and the light was dark.

The little man wrinkled the little face: "What happened to this dragon suddenly? It used to be good. Is it not used to being tamed?"

The white man did not speak, only the dark, long, narrow braids, like a layer of unpredictable fog.

The green dragon is still tumbling in the lake, and the eyes are red and a little red.

the host……

the host……

It just seems to smell the master's breath...

"Master, is that you?"

Qinglong sent out consciousness, but it was a piece of death that could answer it.

The silence that has not faded for a long time.

Yeah, how could it be the owner?

If it is really the owner, it is impossible to receive its consciousness.

No more hope.

Qinglong hangs down and falls into the bottom of the lake. .

The next day, when Helen Weiwei woke up, he only felt that his legs were not like his own. When he stepped on the floor, he was a little soft, but her body seemed to be a lot better. It is warm.

The original meditation urged her in the fantasy space: "Woman, you try your current martial arts and see if you can be lucky."

He Lianweiwei sighed and lifted it with one hand, feeling the airflow from Dantian. A force, the teacup on the table shattered.

In the past, she could only manipulate Feng Shui, and now her martial arts can be as materialized as other people!

"Your man is really the most complementary medicine for the demon!" The excitement of the original evil spirits brought out: "According to this development, you can do it twice more, and the deity can be completely restored! That three emperors are simply non-human!"

Helen Weiwei glanced at him: "In this case, don't say it in front of him." A certain highness should not want to be regarded as her special "medication furnace."

As a overbearing president, the most important thing she should do now is to find a way to catch a certain hand.

Although he is now his own husband.

But that face is too much to attract a bee.

In addition, it is obvious that some of His Royal Highness has not yet opened up in terms of feelings.

Well, it is slower than her.

Therefore, to chase people will be chasing after the wind.

Helen Weiwei thought about the conversation with His Highness yesterday. He didn't seem to care about whether he was a man.

When I think about it, his reaction at the time seems to have known something.

Helen Weiwei smiled, and yes, if he wants to investigate her, how can he pass him.

Still seriously chasing people is more practical.

Helen Weiwei thought of this, and told the people to call Xiaoqi.

"Do you know what your third brother likes most?"

Helen Weiwei asked, while opening a book.

Xiaoqi took the meat bag that he had bribed to his family, and took a bite. Twilight swept through the book. He almost always wondered if he was wrong!

What the **** is that? Chasing "wife" one hundred and eight strokes?

"Three, you don't want to look at weird books, not good." Xiaoqiyi's face is mad.

Helen Weiwei’s finger knocked twice on the table: “You answer my question first.”

“Hey!” Xiaoqi looked up and thought: “The third thing that the third brother usually likes to do is to sleep.”

Helen Weiwei hooked the thin lip: "Except this."

"Killing!" Xiaoqi said with great enthusiasm: "When the third brother killed, even his eyes were laughing."

Helen Weiwei: ... can you have a normal answer!

"Forget it, let me follow the routine." Helen Weiwei put the book in his hand into his clothes, and smiled handsomely: "First flowers are essential."

then.

On the same day, Helian Weiwei took a rose and, in the eyes of the public, sent it to the front of the Bailijiajue. The curvature of the corner of the mouth could not be more evil.

However, the one who handled the memorial was just looking up at her, then took her hand over and wiped it with a handkerchief. The voice was faint: "Don't take these messy things, dirty."

Helian Weiwei: ...

dirty?

Actually abandon the rose dirty?

Ha ha.

Sure enough, I can't look at a high school with a normal eye.

But... she won't give up!

The difficulty of the three halls of the accident, thoroughly inspired the fighting spirit of Helian Weiwei, after retreating, he is ready to make a comeback.

To tell the truth, Nangong Lie saw a little dumbfounded. He thought that he was a man who had spent a lot of time in the flowers. He could give a woman to a man like Helen Weiwei. He had never seen it.

And it’s still a rose...

Nan Gonglie looked at the piece of red, and reached out and tried to touch.

But it was nailed to the original place by a look of Bai Lijiajue.

That look is very cold!

"Who is going to move you to the temple?" The hundred miles of Gregory walked over and held the rose in his arms, and a soft smile was drawn in the narrow throat.

Nan Gong Lie, who had been banned, could not move. He could only shout at him: "Hey, pretend to be disgusted, in fact, my heart has already blossomed."

"What about it?" Bai Lijiajue's fingers played with the brightly colored petals, and the eyes brought out evil: "You have the ability to let Qinghan send you a rose."

Nan Gonglie was stunned by his words and completely condensed.

After a while, I asked: "Aju, since you like it, why don't you tell her."

"I want to see, she will send something next." Bai Lijiajue sniffed the rose on the tip of his nose, the smiling face, handsome and almost addicted.

Nangong’s mouth is pumping, which is what is bad!

Shameless, too shameless!