The Anarchic Consort

"Aju, I have to remind you that you are still the emperor of the War Dragon Empire!" Don't pretend to be too much, he will not digest well, and even the cold hair will tremble.

The prince of Baili glanced at him and restored the icy abstinence of the people before he walked out of the ancestral hall.

Nan Gonglie looked around: "Speaking, where did the **** go? Why didn't you come back for so long?"

The students outside the hall were resting. When the girl heard Nan Gonglie’s words, she replied shyly: "The son asked the Helen Weiwei?"

"Well? You know?" Nangong Lie smiled and smiled like water.

The girl’s face was ruddy and soft. “There was someone who saw that Murong’s son sent a small donkey to look for her. She should go to the business center to go to the appointment. After all, she liked Murong’s son for so long. Hard, people will think of ways to compound, if the son wants to find her, you can go to the business center to see."

The slender fingers of Bai Lijiajue listened quietly, and there was no trace of expression on his face.

"Since it is compound, we are not very good at disturbing." Nan Gong Lie leaned back and smiled and said: "What do I say, I want to be indulged! This trick is really good."

It was said that the scrap iron in the hands of the Baili Jiajue was slightly stagnation, and the iron body broke the layers of the layers.

Nan Gonglie looked at him strangely: "Ajue?"

"Yeah." Bai Lijiajue's tone was faint, and his face was cold.

Nan Gong Lie touched the nose, I don't know why, he always felt that Ajue had just one gram of anger?

The Bailijiajue did not care for him, and the courtyard that was slowly stepped out, the slender figure quickly disappeared into the evening of the sky.

"His Highness." After no one, the shadow passed over the treetops and fell to the ground with one knee.

The scorpion of the Barry Gregory swept the people who worshipped on the ground, and the corner of his mouth was iced: "Go to the Royal Army and wait for the temple at the foot of the mountain."

"Yes!" The shadows paused, and they succumbed to death. Their eyes were a bit strange. His Royal Highness had been playing hide and seek with the Emperor of the Emperor for a few days, but now the Royal Army is waiting at the foot of the mountain.

This is... agree to choose? ? ?

Sunset, the business people who come and go.

The scholar dressed as a little girl, the chin looked up at Helian Weiwei, as if he came to her to give her a big face: "Herlen Weiwei, my young master said, he can not be awkward in the past, but it is You, think about it, this marriage is gone, but there is no room for rotation."

"Are you finished?" Helen Weiwei looked cold and his mouth was not fast or slow: "When you are finished, just roll it."

This little sister is not strange to her. She has been with Murong Changfeng all the year round. She has always been self-satisfied. She has never seen a famous singer, and she has to let her say that this is all used to it!

"You, you!" Xiaoxi had such a temper, no matter who saw him is not polite, he represents the face of Murong Wangfu, this woman is so afraid of him in the eyes, the former she is I have to chase myself to talk everywhere, let him bring news to the young master, and now let him roll!

"Murong Weiwei, you don't regret it!" Xiao Yan bit his teeth and rushed away.

Helen Weiwei quite disapproved of licking his ears, and his eyes swept over the people who watched the opera. With one hand in his pocket, he stepped into the street without change, and he was lazy and free.

"Hey, these people really don't open their eyes." The voice of the original meditation is as arrogant as ever.

Helian Weiwei raised his eyebrows: "Are you awake? It seems that the recovery is good."

"You play a few more games, I will be better than now." The original squatting on his lips, a bloodthirsty face.

Helen Weiwei caressed the ancient book in his hand and smiled softly: "Don't worry, I have already thought about who to put the blood."

The original meditation looked at the girl's demonic smile, thin lips and slightly hooked.

Taibai College, you absolutely can't think of it, after a few hundred years, the deity will come back!

"What do you say?" Murong Changfeng listened to the news of the small obituary, the teacup in his hand was almost pinched and changed.

Xiao Yan is angry and angry: "The woman who doesn't know how to be awkward actually let the little roll, the young master, not the small mouth, such a woman, even if you are kind, it is in vain."

Murong Changfeng was upset. Now, after listening to Xiaoyan’s words, the chest is like a stone, and it’s a bit boring. He really didn’t think that he had the intention to seek peace. The woman would even reject him. !

Hey!

Murong Chang Fengjing broke the teacup in his hand.

All the splashes of water splashed on the face of the little girl, a little scared, and no longer dare to say a word.

Murong Changfeng took a deep breath and his face was stunned: "You are right, not a good woman, not worthy of this world."

He had wanted to take her to see her father. Since she couldn’t lift it to the table, that’s it.

However, it is the master of the Supreme Master, and I really think that I can rely on myself.

He is not in a hurry, one day sooner or later, she will come back and ask him!

Murong Changfeng looked at Xiaoxiao: "Is the father an adult?"

"Wang Ye has come, he is talking to the masters, and he will come over after he finishes." Xiao Yu’s voice fell.

Murong Wang came in. He was wearing a Chinese-American suit, full of wealth and enthusiasm, and met his son.

The serious face brought out a few smiles: "Fenger."

"Father." Murong Changfeng quickly stood up.

Murong Wang pressed his shoulders: "It's a good job. Just the masters took the king and praised you for half a dozen."

"But it is some flattery." Murong Changfeng's cold and beautiful face did not change a bit.

Murong Wang is in the arrogance of Aiko: "Okay, Maple is right, but it is some flattery. I

This time I am afraid that it is difficult for you to maintain a normal heart. Now, when you look at you, you will be so upset and happy. By the way, Master Tu Tian, ​​why didn’t he see him in college this time? ”

"The master is still looking for the genius he met in the Phoenix Building that day." Murong Chang Feng slammed his hand: "I don't know what kind of person the other person is, so I let the master so hearty, even if I come to Taibai College, he is Did not appear."

Murong Wang sank and said: "No matter who the other person is, it doesn't matter. It is rare to be a martial artist. But you should not forget Maple. What you have to do is to find a way to find the War Soul Army. Then, Becoming one of them, the martial arts master is just a springboard for you to enter the War Soul Army."

"Father rest assured, you said, I have never forgotten." When Murong Changfeng raised his face again, his face was bound to win!

Murong Wang nodded with satisfaction and reached out to touch the beard: "Fenger, have you ever heard of the three-year-old veteran Yu Mingxiang?"