The Anarchic Consort

Because Helen Weiwei chose to cultivate the place, it was the gift that the original meditation gave to her when she met for the first time... Wonderland space!

There is no noise here, and some are just the flow of streams and the breeze blowing the grass.

The environment is very important for the military, and the Helianweiwei who practiced in the Wonderland space is faster than those who practice in the depths of the mountains!

We often say that it is the truth to raise our spirits.

Helen Weiwei naturally noticed this side, and after squinting for half a sigh, she buried a dying strawberry seedling in the soil...

In fact, she just held the attitude of trying it out, but what she saw next made Helen Weiwei shocked!

She watched the original withered seedlings as if they had absorbed enough nutrients, recovered their vitality at the speed that the naked eye could see, stretched the branches and leaves, and even grew a small white flower...

Even the original Ming also stayed with him. Although this fairy space is his thing, but he only knows that it can cultivate martial arts, when the plants are also suitable... The trough, actually began to grow fruit!

The original squint blinked, and the two white ears on his head smashed: "The strawberry is really long."

Helen Weiwei's eyes narrowed and he reached out and touched his chin. It looked like something bad, and the eyes were scary!

The original meditation had just hit a shackle, and it was too late to rub and rub his arm. He saw that Helen Weiwei took out a silver ticket from his arms and buried it directly in the soil... She buried the silver ticket in the soil. ! ! !

The original silver enamel was given to the round, and what the woman was doing!

Helen Weiwei does not speak, his eyes are always staring at the place where the silver ticket is buried...

One minute passed, two minutes passed, three... I haven't waited for three minutes, and Helen Weiwei was very unhappy and licked his thin lips: "It turns out that I can't grow silver, this space is not so good."

Original meditation: ... you have to talk to me, who is the space of wonderland for his female horse to plant silver!

"However, it is good to eat strawberries." Helen Weiwei picked a strawberry in his mouth and the other one was thrown into the original.

The original meditation does not care that she is feeding him in a posture like feeding a certain dog, the white ears are erected, the mouth is caught, and the mouth is full of sweet strawberry flavor...

"This strawberry seems to be different from the outside!" Helen Weiwei flashed a glimmer of light and picked up the strawberry again, only to find that there seemed to be a kind of gas around the strawberries. Undoubtedly it is to make up the big supplement!

That is to say, the fruit that comes out here is not an ordinary fruit at all, but a similar existence to the snow lotus of Tianshan.

With them, Helian Weiwei even went to Taibai College, it is not convenient to enter the fairyland space practice, but also can get twice the result with half the effort!

At the same time, layers of rose flowers covered the entire hall, making this palace buried in the night look like the ancient castle of the seventeenth century.

Under heavy treasury, it is a low-key luxury black-wood-silver carved stone pillar. The stone pillars are erected in four directions from east to west and north and south, which seems to support the entire temple.

In the main seat of the palace, the man was lying lazily, the abstinence robes were half-open, and the black hair of the ankles was like a night of arrogant ink, scattered on the left and right sides, and he was as tall as ivory. The bridge of the nose, shining with the luster of the pearl, the slender fingers were wrapped under the black gloves, only revealing an inch of white wrist, and the person who looked at it looked at it.

His posture seemed to be asleep, with a lazy support on his side, and a light hand on the handle of the king's seat. The narrow scorpion was slightly closed and looked very casual. But when a black shadow appeared in the house, it appeared silently. At that time, he suddenly opened his eyes, and the night scorpion, as if he could penetrate all the things in this world.

"His Highness, the high priest is out. After hearing about you and Miss Helen, he is very..." It seems that there is no good adjective. The shadow turned a voice: "He is moving towards this side." Come over."

The man's pupil is like a cat's eye. When he picks up slightly, he is in danger: "Oh, what is between the temple and her? What can be between the temple and her?"

The shadow was forgotten by the Lord, and respectfully said: "On the last time when His Royal Highness passed through the country, he made a clearance for Miss Helen."

"Resolve?" The man's tail is prolonged, and the demon of the eye is cold and direct: "Are you reminding the temple to be teased by a woman?"

The shadows are so stiff that they swallow their mouths with difficulty: "Subordinates...subordinates..."

"Aju, you are bullying our little shadows again, it shouldn't be too bad."

Suddenly, the door of the temple opened slightly, and a man in a big red coat walked in slowly, with a slutty smile on his mouth. There was no variegated white fox collar. It was a face that was dumping all beings. The **** cloak on his body is not only glaring, but the whole person is even more enchanting.

He looked at the Barry Gregory, the bantering opening: "I heard, you saw a kitten?"

The Bailijiajue lifted the scorpion lazily, and did not set a cavity, but the black jade fingers that turned his fingers in a quiet voice, and coldly told the following people: "Go to the hot water."

"Yes!" The shadows coveted and led the life, and in the middle of the temple, a thick layer of heat was created.

The unsettled man did not give up the topic of "kitten", thin lips and slightly hooked his arms on the shoulders of Bai Lijiajue: "I also heard that the kitten teased you?"

Hearing the words, the shadows took a deep breath, not for anything else, for the man's life!

Bai Lijiajue sneered and waved his hand. He took a handkerchief and wiped the place where the quilt had just been touched. The corner of his mouth evoked a cold arc: "Nan Gong Lie, your hand doesn't want it?"

"Hey, hello, don't be impulsive. As a high priest, I need to care about the emotional life of our princes!" Nan Gonglie immediately stepped back and raised his hands to show his innocence.

His gaze swept through the handsome face of the high-difficult side of the Bailijiajue, and the low-key and elegant edging of the robes.

The man in front of him is like a finely crafted man. Most of the time he is alienated, indifferent and lazy, even losing his martial arts, but even then, the kind of body he is born with. Strong atmospheric field can also hold any prince except him.

The Barry Gregory, this man who is truly born from the darkness.

His ability can't even touch him, not to mention, he is not sure until now, is he really without martial law...