My Wife Has Been Blackened

The prince is always shrouded in a layer of panic by the first sister, which is well known in the whole court.

It is well known all over the world that the dean is always surrounded by words and panic.

Everyone knew that the dean's hands were weak and his legs were trembling in front of Yan Yan, his eyebrows drooped like a little pug dog.

If the words are not there, then he is pretending to be a criminal, wishing to announce to the world that he is liberated and free.

This is all caused by being oppressed for too long.

At this moment, Ding Wangshizi knelt on the boiled egg cheekily and admitted his mistake with tears in his eyes: yes, it is a boiled egg.

Three boiled eggs and three raw eggs were mixed together, kneeling at the feet. If there is a crack in the shell of the egg, it will be a slap, if the egg is broken, all the hair on the body will be tied up with a rubber band, and then hung up...

It's the whole body...

"I'm really not belittling the first sister. I'm famously honest in the courtyard. Do you think I'm a bastard like the dean? Every time I take advantage of the absence of sister Yan, the monkey calls me the king. Look at how honest I am." If it's the dean, there's no telling where to pretend to be a wolf with a big tail..." Shizi looked aggrieved, and didn't dare to move, for fear that the egg shell might crack.

"Why are the eggs changed to quail eggs now? The shell is so thin, who is so perverted and wretched? At first glance, it looks like a black widow who can't be watered by men. Shit, why do women in ancient times be so mean?" Shizi couldn't hold back. Mouth cheap, blah blah blah blah.

Song Laoqi couldn't bear to look directly at him and covered his face.

"Speaking of it, you may not believe it. Your first sister improved it herself. You despise quails, do you still want to kneel down on eggshells?" Lao Qi shook his head, brother, you have meat but not brains.

Shizi blinked his eyes, a little desperate.

His back was straight and he didn't dare to move at all, for fear of cracks in the quail eggshell. That's no joke, really.

"It would be great if the dean was here. He's better than me every time he dies. It's better if someone is standing in front of the firepower." The son is so kind, is there really no one to defend him from the firepower?

far west.

Inside the temple.

The woman in white ate a few worms to get by in disgust, her eyebrows almost knit together.

"All the clothes I drew are ready? Bring them and let me try them out." Seeing the maid approaching, the saint's eyes brightened, and she reached out to grab the clothes on the tray.

The maid had a strange expression on her face, and she seemed to be a little confused.

"Saint, you are our role model. You must dress appropriately, be generous and elegant, and meet believers with a holy identity. You are like this..."

I don't know what it is, but...

Really shy, the maid blushed.

The saint glanced at her out of the corner of her eye.

"You can be generous and elegant like this, anyway, you won't be able to tell if you wear it or not." The maid burst into tears.

"Hmph, Superman can still wear clothes outside..." His eyebrows furrowed, which actually made him feel a bit like a Northeast mess.

He happily ran back to the hall and put on the big red suit.

If there is a man here, about nosebleeds can come out.

"Ah Choo..." In the distant Dayue, the national teacher suddenly sneezed.

The national teacher smiled softly, and his silver-white hair shone faintly.

"It must be that the saint misses me, and a shy girl like her would miss me too? It's worth my effort to save her back." The national teacher smiled, a little softer.

He grew up with the saint, but the saint's icy heart and bones are extremely holy, and she has no love for children in her heart, only righteousness in her heart, and he is willing to wait behind her.

Even if he exchanged thirty years of life for a glimmer of her life, he would be willing.

He is satisfied when he thinks that the Saintess is as cheerful and lively as before.

The white ankle bell rang softly, and swayed gently with the movement of walking. It's just that for some reason, the saint walks a bit sloppy, just like a man.

"Strange, why do I always feel that something is missing on my body. Where is it missing? The nose, eyes and mouth have grown, breasts, hands and feet, and everything that should be there. Tsk tsk, weird... It seems that there is something missing Things, very important things." As the saint walked, she felt that there was wind in her crotch, and she always felt that something was missing.

But my mind was muddled, but I still couldn't remember it.

The more I looked in front of me, the more I felt something was wrong.

Without thinking too much, he arrived at the door of Xie Jingxiu's room.

Xie Jingxiu didn't like maids. On the first day, the saint asked a beautiful maid to serve her, but Xie Jingxiu shaved her hair and eyebrows and threw her out. She also said: "Get out of my room, dirty my eyes!" Weeping angrily on the spot That girl, no one dared to come after that.

He does everything by himself, as if he wants to protect his wife like a jade.

Using a skillful force in his hand, he pushed open the door.

Xie Jingxiu took a bath inside the house.

"My lord, may I show you something nice? I dare say you have never seen such a beautiful... woman like me in your life?" Why did the saint not make a fuss, she was a little hesitant to mention the word woman.

Looking in front of him, um, it's a woman!

Xie Jingxiu didn't turn his head back, he just closed his eyes and sat in the bathtub to heal his wounds, his exposed chest was covered with scars.

"You, forget about your daughter-in-law. Your daughter-in-law is not as good as me at all. If you don't believe me, call her for a comparison. Look at my hardware..." I puffed out my chest and hips.

She tossed her beautiful hair, but didn't want her hair to get tangled up on the decoration at the door, and got entangled by Guan Gong holding a big knife.

The woman's expression froze.

Fuck...

Try hard...

Swish Swish Swish...

From the middle, the hair was cut off neatly, and the hair was all over the ground.

The saint's eyes widened in astonishment, her expression dazed. How does it feel, it’s not right, in the imagination, when the ink hair is flicked and blown by the wind, isn’t it so elegant and immortal, that the ancients would kneel and lick it when they saw it?

Haha, I'm afraid you watch too much TV. It's kind of a brain-dead drama.

The saint hid her hair behind her back in embarrassment, and walked to Xie Jingxiu's bathtub in twos and twos.

Drops of red blood dripped from the tip of the saint's nose and dripped into the tub.

His eyes swept east and west, and the tip of his nose was sweating. Hey hey, it looks so good.

No, no, why does it feel so familiar to me, this thing, why don't I grow hair?

Fuck!

Finished today.