Meng Po’s Husband Chasing Diary

After returning, Sheng Jiayan summoned the Journey to the Sun in Liao Yangdian alone.

As soon as the **** of the sun trembles and enters the hall, Sheng Jiayan squeezes his neck and presses heavily on the ground.

"What the **** is wrong with Ameng." Sheng Jiayan put a little effort on his hand, and the eyes of the Japanese Youjin were rolled out by him. His tone was sharp, and his slightly narrowed eyes, like a sharp blade, nailed him hard to the ground.

The pupils of the Japanese gods have shrunk, and today he really feels the cruelty of the king. In the past, he was afraid of him, probably because he was afraid of the occasional coldness of his eyebrows and the harsh methods of inhumanity, but Sheng Jiayan never really treated his subordinates. But now I found out that my previous ideas were all very wrong. The king did not care, not because he did not know, but because he didn't pay attention to some.

This is a bad sentence. At this moment, the Journeyman is really scared to pee.

But the loyalty to Sister Meng made the Japanese gods unwilling to speak.

"I still don't want to." Sheng Jiayan loosened his strength, he adjusted his sleeves, and slowly pulled out a sharpened sword from the palm of his hand, pointing directly at the wandering sun.

At this time, the Japanese Youshen was really afraid.

It is rumored that the king of the king had a sword that had cut through the gods. It was extremely sharp and soaked in the blood of the ancient gods. This sword was also evil. You can kill demons, and evil can kill gods.

Sheng Jiayan was like Hell Shura, and he pointed Jian Feng to the left eye of the Wandering God. Jian Feng seemed to feel the host's violent emotion and sent out bursts of dragon excitement.

He was stopped just an inch away from the eyes of the wandering **** of Japan: "What's wrong with A Meng."

The back of the Japanese **** has been soaked with sweat, he swallowed: "I...I..."

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The car of the king stopped outside the mansion because of the rapid speed, which caused a burst of dust.

Before the car stopped, Sheng Jiayan hurriedly got off the car and went to the inner room.

There were only two melon seeds in the veil on the bed, and Meng Eqin didn't see him. I rummaged through the room, and I didn't see where the hamster had gone.

Sheng Jiayan angered from the heart, patted the table with a palm, and shattered the tea cup on the table.

And Meng Haoqi himself, walking on those two fat legs, flew like a shuttle through the streets of the prefecture, and ran to the quiet all.

Many people saw along the way: "There are mice!"

"Ah! Where are the mice!"

"Play a mouse!"

When she ran to Youdu, she was followed by a group of ghosts holding pots and pans and kitchen knives, listening to the sound of footsteps like a landslide from afar.

Meng Haoqi took the opportunity to slip in under the guard's feet, and the ghosts were stopped behind him.

With the noisy sound getting farther and farther, Meng Haoqi ran to Liao Yangdian.

She used all her strength to drill through the gaps in the gate, but she saw that there was no one in the hall. Only a white figure was hiding behind the pillar, her shoulders trembling slightly, and she seemed to be sobbing.

Meng Haoqi's eyes lit up and ran quickly.

Hiroshima is burying his head in his arms and crying in a low voice. He feels that someone is climbing up his trouser legs, lifting his dim eyes, and seeing a fat and white figure in white and yellow.

Nissou rubbed his eyes and looked at it again, and found that a hamster was pulling his pants legs anxiously.

"Ah! There are mice!" The Yoshinaka screamed briefly and fell to the ground.