The Return of the Noble Abandoned Consort

When the carriage drove back to the cool city of the night, the weather was late, the lights in the city were lit up, the streets were full of traffic, and the roadside stalls were filled with steaming steamers.

Looking back at the things that are just right, several people still find it incredible.

Yan Fei is the most unspeakable, and he said with a sigh: "Do you say that is true? It won't be that we look away? How can someone fix the ladder so high?"

"That's not a ladder!" Hai XIII did not know how many times to remind him, "It's a step."

It’s just too long, too tall, too grand, and it’s like a heavenly ladder built by the gods.

"But that, that...what is it? How can it be in the sky?" Yan Fei asked innocently.

Hai Xie took a look at Ji Mingxiu, such a wise question, he always felt that there should be less masters to answer, but the Lord did not have a meditation, clearly did not hear what they said.

The sea thirteen clears the scorpion and replies: "It is too high, and it has shrugged into the clouds."

This answer obviously did not scratch the itch of Yan Fei's heart: "I really should go and see, who can build the city so high, so high..."

Hai XIII also wants to see it, but it was dark at the time. They didn’t shine as soon as they came out of the mountains. When the sky was dark, there was a sign that could not find the way back.

"Next time." Hai XIII said, thinking of something, and asked Yan Fei, "How is your injury? Is it better?"

Yan Fei had touched the bitten neck and felt no pain. He said: "All right."

Hai Xie put down his heart and looked at Ji Mingxiu on the seat. He whispered, "Small master...but thinking about the little general?"

"What do you want him to do?" Ji Mingxiu was careless. He really didn't want to be a small general. The guy was not him. How did he work with him? He thought about the night, he always felt As this road came, what was important was ignored by him. Today, when I saw the city, this feeling became more and more obvious.

Soon, the carriage arrived at the palace.

Earlier, Mu Wang refused to go to the Colosseum. Ji Mingxiu thought that he was sick and went to visit him. He knew that he was really infected with the cold.

Ji Mingxiu first visited him with “filial piety” and brought some souvenirs bought from the stalls before moving back to Fang Cuiyuan.

When he arrived at the door of Fang Cuiyuan, he felt a strange and powerful atmosphere. Although there was not much killing in this breath, it was too strong, but it was instinctively chilling.

Ji Mingxiu was light and cool, clenched the broken **** in his hand, and walked into the yard with vigilance. As a result, he saw a man dressed in black iron armor, holding his own little fat man, flying around the yard.

Everyone stood in the yard and his expression was hard to say.

Only the face of the seventeen is stinking. He thinks that only he can hold Wang Shufei, but he can't beat the ghost king.

Ji Mingxiu went to Qiao Wei's side: "What is the situation?"

Qiao Wei raised her eyebrows: "When you ask your baby daughter, I will go out for a trip. When she comes back, she will marry a ghost king."

"Ghost King?" Ji Mingxiu has a thick eyebrow. It is no wonder that the gas field is so powerful. He looked at the ghost king deeply. If he did not admit his mistake, this should be the ghost king in the hands of the queen. He was only injured in Pucheng. To the two successful forces, this is less than a month's effort, not only healed, but also broke through, this qualification is simply excellent and scary.

Such a powerful opponent was actually "smashed" by her daughter.

If he did not see it with his own eyes, he was afraid that he would not believe it.

"Where is it?" he asked.

Qiao Wei said: "The palace, almost was discovered by the night Luo Wang, fortunately I found an excuse to open."

Thinking of something, Qiao Wei said again: "Is the dead man we met before?"

"Yeah." Ji Mingxiu nodded.

Even though there is some speculation, Qiao Wei really heard it from Ji Mingxiu’s mouth. It’s awkwardly shocked: “Hey, it’s him? The old witch spent so much effort on him, now he’s like this. Isn’t the old demon mad?”

Ji Mingxiu said: "It’s mad at death."

Ghost King: "Hey!"

Do prostitutes like it?

Wang Shu: "Hey!"

Fly so high!

The two are not on the same channel at all, but both of them feel good about themselves, and such a wonderful combination is no one.

Qiao Wei saw that the two flew almost, and the kitchen food was all ready. Qiao Wei was busy making the ghost king down: "Predecessors, have dinner."

The ghost king ignored her.

Qiao Wei thought about it and said: "His Royal Highness, eat."

The ghost king is down.

Qiao Wei’s mouth is pumping, so what do you guys really understand? Still the name of the predecessor is low...

When the family enters the house, it is not necessary to say that they are standing on both sides of the juniors, and they welcome the advanced house of His Royal Highness.

Watching the ghost king hold the hope that he couldn’t help himself to go in front of him. Qiao Wei is inevitably a belly, you little fat man, is it a ghost king, or an ancestor?

Qiao Wei is actually worried that there is more personal pain, and Jing Yun will be unbalanced. In fact, Jing Yun is very balanced. Not only is he balanced, but also happy. The sister is occupied by the ghost king, and the mother is his own. As for saying that the person is so powerful...

He, he, he can make a more powerful one day!

Jingyun, who had a small chest, clenched his fist and looked into the house with dignity.

At the level of the ghost king, the face is very scary. After seeing the true face of Rong Shantou, Qiao Wei has not looked forward to the appearance of any ghost king.

It seems that the adult ghost king does not want to let people see their appearance, but just pull the helmet and reveal a mouth.

Qiao Wei still couldn't help but feel some emotions. She was killed by the ghost king last time. Now she is eating at the same table with the ghost king. Hey, life, life!

Ghost King does not like to eat, drink sweet soup and drink ten bowls.

After eating, several people returned to their rooms.

Because he always worried that Ghost King is a time bomb, Qiao Wei arranged him far away from the West Chamber. This room is not isolated from the world. To go to the upper house, at least through the sea. Yan Fei and the house of seventeen.

After the next man laid a bed for the ghost king, the ghost king still held Wang Shu and refused to let go.

Qiao Wei smiled slightly: "His Royal Highness, the time is not early, you should rest, she has to rest, not rest will not grow tall, poor health."

The ghost king licked his mouth and reluctantly handed over the "prostitute".

Qiao Wei hugged Wang Shu, who was already dozing off, and turned back to the room.

Ji Mingxiu has been sitting in the middle of the room, facing the door, smiling at the door.

As soon as she crossed the threshold, she slammed into the smile of the dead man. Her careful liver trembled a little, and if nothing had happened, she would put it into the bed and put it around Jingyun, who was already asleep.

I should... I don’t have any stuff.

"What about that..."

As soon as she opened her mouth, Ji Mingxiu hugged her into her arms and gave her a dangerous look, placing her on a soft bed.

Qiao Wei didn't dare to look at his eyes, hang his throat, and deceived his attention. "You go to the barren hill today? What did you find? Did you find a new trail in the camp?"

Ji Mingxiu leaned down, and most of her body covered her. The slender fingertips pinched her cold squat: "There is already a trick."

Qiao Wei eyes flashed: "? What trick Yeah I did not mean to hit him, Who he ......" shoot me?

Ji Mingxiu slowly approached her, and the warmth of the breath gently fell on her lips: "You know that I don't mind this."

Qiao Wei's lips slammed a bit: "But I made him like that."

Ji Ming repairs the lips and micro-hooks: "If you do something wrong, you should be punished. If you are as good as a mother, you should be jealous of him."

Qiao Wei always felt that this was a sweet trap. Sure enough, he came to the next sentence. "The husband is a wife, you have done something wrong, and I am fine for you."

This word for others said, Qiao Wei slammed up a fist, can be pulled out of his mouth, that scornful and slow tone, that gentle and sly look, nowhere makes people feel a hot heat.

"How are you going to punish you?"

It’s true that even the mistakes are not refuted. It can be said that it is very unremarkable.

“Jiao Bangzhu seems to be looking forward to it?” he asked with a smile.

Qiao Wei rounded up the scorpion: "Nothing!"

He smiled softly: "The leg is hurt, I don't move below, it's mine, is it?"

Qiao Wei's face is red.

"Where to start? Here, here, or here?" he groaned, his fingertips gently brushing her hand, her fullness, and finally fell on her delicate lips.

Qiao Wei only felt that all he had touched was like electricity. The current collided in the body, and she was so stunned that she couldn’t wait for it.

His thumb was gently pressed against her lips, and her fingertips opened her mouth and stirred her soft tongue.

Qiao Wei remembered that the two had done something unspeakable, and the heart was hot and emotional.

Ji Mingxiu let go of her, she panted, and he smiled and said: "I want it?"

Qiao Wei’s blush was almost bloody, and she looked forward to nodding.

Ji Mingxiu did not take advantage of her mouth, and her lips were hooked. She pulled the quilt and put it on her: "Good health and injury."

After all, he got up and walked out of the house without a trace of dragging out of the house, leaving only the Joe who wanted to burn himself, biting the quilt resentfully, crying and tears.

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