The Anarchic Consort

Qing Zhan thought that this was not something he said to himself. He looked up and said to the Nangong Gong Lie that he really said it to her. After thinking about it, he said: "Wang Hao is good to me."

"Yes." Nan Gonglie sneered aloud: "So you are not going to come back?"

go back? Qing Zhan Liu Mei wrinkled, he did not want to see her most?

Helian Weiwei smiled lazily: "Of course, don't go back, classmates, don't forget, now Qingzhan is my person. Also ask the classmate to sit in the past, don't bother us to class."

"Is bothering you to go to class?" Nan Gong Lie sneaked down, but his face was still evil: "I heard it for the first time, Miss Helen will also seriously take classes."

Helen Weiwei did not speak, only put his hand on the shoulder of Qing Zhan, and hooked the thin lips toward the gentleness of Nangong.

Nan Gonglie did not look at her, but she still looked at the little book boy. She saw that she didn't mean to help him to talk. The hands hidden under the long sleeves tightened, and the smile on the corner of the mouth became thicker: " Just whatever you want." Where do you go, be bullied, and don't come back!

A bang!

The book in the hand of Nan Gonglie turned loudly, which made the official lady who had come in with him bite and bite the lips: "What is this?"

"Nothing." Nan Gong Lie smiled and smiled, and the voice brought out the appeasement: "Is it scared?"

The official lady looked at the little book boy: "One point."

"Sorry ~www.wuxiaspot.com~." Nangong Lie is still Nangong Lie.

It’s just that the official lady didn’t understand how the chill on his body came from.

Qing Zhan did not speak from beginning to end, took out the brush needed by Helen Weiwei, and placed it with due diligence, and the mood was flat.

Helen Weiwei looked at the two men, his voice was low: "If you don't want to stay here to watch these things, go out and stroll, don't get in the way, I always like to sleep in class, and you don't have to be here to suffer."

Qing Zhan fingered a meal and looked up and said: "I am with Wang Hao."

"Then don't look like you are crying." Helen Weiwei reached out and rubbed her head, faintly laughing: "It's just a man. In this world, there may be very few other things, more men. The fact is, especially at Taibai College, you have to look at it, see which one, tell me."

Qing Zhan screamed: "Tell Wang Hao what to do."

"Look at it, then take it quickly." Helen Weiwei's voice is very light, with a lazy taste: "I have a lot of younger brothers, when you introduce you, there are a few good ones."

Qing Zhan: ... Why, it sounds like a female bandit is rushing to the village?

Even if the voice here is small, as a genius offering, you can hear the movement here, and the squatting hand is tightened.

"The best way to forget the last love is to get to know a new man." Helen Weiwei smiled: "Qing Zhan, you always have to start again."

Restart?

Qing Zhan paused and said: "I am going."

When Nan Gonglie heard the two words, there was a moment of sorrow. Next, it was a subconscious sneer.

He seemed to want to say something more, and he saw the man smiled and walked in. The white robes made him look like a happy Maitreya.

"Quiet, quiet!" The master raised his arm and said: "A new student is here today, everyone welcomes it."

His voice just fell, and a slender man walked in.

Almost, the moment the man walked in, the surrounding area seemed to be quiet and quiet, and it seemed that even a drop of a needle could hear the echo.

Helen Weiwei looked up and suddenly understood why everyone became so quiet.

The man’s length is too outstanding, but it’s outstanding. It’s just like being able to compete with the Bailijiajue.

The ivory scorpion of his life, the hair of the ink blue is like a brocade on his shoulders. There is no variegated collar. It is a face like a jade that dumps all beings. The eyebrows like stars are like spring snow, hard and strong. The light of this room was under.

His mouth with a gentle smile, like the one coming out of the ancient paintings, with a touch of medicinal fragrance, makes people feel that only looking at him will tarnish him, but can not control the desire to get close.

However, this face is familiar to Helen Weiwei.

Although I don’t see it often, I also escaped from the other’s carriage.

Even the martial arts on her body can't be separated from the other side.

Ah.

The unparalleled son of a grandson is a freshman, and he is also placed in the hospital...

Helen Weiwei’s mouth was raised and it was interesting.

"Heaven, who is this?"

Sure enough, the exclamations rang together.

The Master looked around at the stunned students and stroked his glasses with his hands: "This classmate was late for hospitalization because of his physical condition. Well, let the new classmates introduce themselves."

When the Master finished, he glanced at the man beside him, and the man nodded slightly and stepped forward.

"I am Jing Baishuang." The man's lips showed a faint smile, and the low-pitched sound of the water flowed out.

Jing Baishuang?

It’s just this faint five words, but it’s like a stone in a still water.

The quiet hall was suddenly turned into a pot of porridge.

Everyone is whispering to pass on the news they know.

In the circle of the capital, I have never heard of the surname of the well?

Is it from the local?

That is the same as the other two people in their hospital...

Everyone thought, and could not help but look at the body of Bai Lijia and Nan Gonglie.

I saw those two people, one lazy holding the chin, the side face is indifferent, the slender fingers and the brown scrolls in the hands formed a sharp contrast, the glory fell, very beautiful.

The other one, the hand is placed on the back of the chair, the evil eyebrows, the light fell on the man who claimed to be "Jing Bai Shuang".

Then, as soon as the legs lifted, it blocked the man’s way.

The man looked like a very good temper, but he took the light with his light and swept Nangong Lie: "Long time no see." After thinking about it, he still gave the other party a safer title: "Seven sons."

Nan Gonglie ranks seventh in the family, and few people know about it.

People listened to his name, and the dawn revealed a strange surprise: "Do these two people actually know?"

"Long time no see, double son." Nangong Lie retracted his legs: "I didn't expect you to come to the college."

The unparalleled son hooked his lower lip and coughed gently. The body looked like a very bad look, but this did not make his momentum seem to be weakened, but the indifferent indifferent in the gentleness: "Lian Seven sons can come, why can't I come?"