The Anarchic Consort

on the street.

A tall carriage is slowly moving, and numerous cavalrymen in black are guarding the front and back.

Helianweiwei's body shape turned, his back against the wall, and made a gesture toward the white cat, meaning to make it advanced fairyland space.

He leaned sideways and glanced at the direction of the carriage, with a slight back.

It seems that this three emperors, really have to catch her.

I came alone!

"What should we do now?" The original singer squatted and he felt that the three princes were difficult to deal with.

Helen Weiwei analyzed the situation: "Can't be hard."

"Before and after, there are martial arts feelings, woman, do you know what it means?" The original meditation, the tone cooled down: "This means we are surrounded, he knows you are nearby."

"First withdraw." Helen Weiwei's fingers were tight, and his body was beautifully picked up to another long lane.

Yuan Ming looked at the long lane that was also blocked, and whispered long: "It seems that it can't be withdrawn." The man was really stunned, and he didn't even give them the chance to take the path.

Helen Weiwei sinks into the sinking, raises his hand, is planning to use his own martial arts, but heard a repressed light cough.

"Liang Bo, what happened outside?"

The sound was like water, and it was on the noisy street, as if it could calm all the noise.

Helen Weiwei’s ear moved, pulling the original flash to the side, watching the carriage stopped at the alley, and a flash of light flashed through the curtain.

The surface of the carriage didn't look very good. The pure white color was clean and there was no extra accessories, but such a carriage was common in Kyoto.

But anyone who has a little silver can afford it, unlike Blackhead, who is a big man, and the top of the car is a luxurious gold color.

However, what Helen Weiwei cares about is the black horse that pulled the carriage.

Although it has struggled to converge its own wings, its owner has also intentionally given it a saddle.

But all this can not be fooled by the eyes of Helen Vivi, the horse is not an ordinary horse.

"It's a black wind horse!" Even when the original meditation saw the carriage, his face was faintly surprised. According to the truth, it should be hidden in the spiritual forest, how can it be willing to be controlled by humans.

Helen Weiwei hooked his thin lips and looked at the original smile, and the evil spirits were incomparable.

In a blink of an eye, her figure has not been in place.

In front of the carriage, a middle-aged servant jumped from the rut and bowed to the carriage's curtain. The kind face was respectful: "The son, the royal guard, seems to be searching for someone... ”

"The royal guards?" A pair of pale and thin, but with inexplicable strength, stretched out from the carriage, against the curtain, ivory robes swayed in the wind, the low cough sounded: "It’s good to be polite, don’t be in conflict.”

The middle-aged servant bowed his head, and both of them respected it: "Yes, this little thing is a good deal, and the son is relieved."

"Be careful." The sound of the water is cut off as the curtain falls.

The man turned around and Helen Weiwei, who was hiding in the car, finally had a chance to see his appearance.

The poetry-like side face was covered with a layer of brilliance. The thin lips were pale and pale because of the perennial illness, but they did not affect his temperament. Instead, they added a touch of warmth. The smile on his face was just right, the narrow scorpion and the half. Bent, the eyebrows are like the breeze, the beautiful, incredible, pure white robes are worn on his body, making him look like he is coming out of the moon.

"you……"

Helian Weiwei could clearly see the man's calm and waveless eyes flashing a luster.

"Hey." Helen Weiwei did not care about the difference between men and women, his left hand directly grabbed his lips, smile: "I personally do not like violence, so I also ask the son to cooperate."

The man glanced at the dagger near his neck, and he did not change his color: "The three emperors are looking for you."

Helen Weiwei’s eyes are awkward for men’s...

At this time, another carriage has been smashed, even though it is separated by the curtain, Helen Weiwei can feel the strong pressure.

Helen Weiwei’s dagger was tight and he was planning to think of other methods.

The man spoke up with a gentle cough, only two words: "Your Majesty."

Helen Weiwei flashed a glimmer of light, and looked at the man deeply, and quickly bent his body.

Just at this time.

The curtain was suddenly blown up by a cold wind.

Helen Weiweiwo was in the ground of the car seat, followed by daylight, looking up.

I saw the distance, and some people are coming step by step.

His pace is like being calculated. Like walking in the clouds, each step of the poison repeats a constant posture, looks indifferent and cold, but has an unstoppable elegance.

Helen Weiwei seemed to hear the sound of the ice cracking in the wheel.

The whole street is like a still.

Almost everyone looked at this man who came down from the carriage, as if the **** had arrived, and even the breath was suppressed in the throat.

Helen Weiwei subconsciously shrank his body until the other side got closer and closer...

Nearly they were separated by a thin compartment.

He has the most noble temperament that Helen Vivi has seen, flowing in the light and shadow, constantly oozing some kind of power to sway people's hearts.

Helen Weiwei quickly took his breath away.

When the Barry Gregory came in this direction, the deep blacks were indifferent to everything.

It seems that even if the whole street is crazy because of him, it can't affect any of his thoughts.

When Baili Jiajue glanced at the carriage, he dropped his gaze on the man who was lightly coughing.

The man did not get off the bus, only politely bowed his head, Wen Yaru Yu: "The grass people have seen His Royal Highness."

"The son..." Liang Bo wanted to stand up, but he was set in the distance by the man.

There is no trace of change in the eyes of Brigadier, and the words are faint: "Routine business."

Helen Weiwei, who was sitting in the car, was screaming with gray and gray face, routinely? The three emperors really are the fate of the black belly. It is clear that it is so overwhelming to catch her. In his mouth, it has become a routine of the eight children, which makes the people of the four families want to go to the emperor. Shape, can not find any benefits.

"Release." The voice of the Bailijiajue rang again.

Helen Weiwei vowed that she never had the same time like this one, and felt that the voice of the three emperors was really good.

but!

She just wanted to get up.

Just listen to Bai Lijiajue and say: "Wait a minute..."