The Demonic King Chases His Wife: The Rebellious Good-for-Nothing Miss

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At this point, the curtain was picked up, revealing a delicate little face.

This long face is full of flowers and looks like a glimpse of the moon. It’s a pity that the neck is awkward.

Su Luo almost snorted and laughed. She lowered her head and bit her lower lip, which made it undetectable.

The purple scorpion standing next to her saw it. She slammed her arm: "Mo Yunqing is a beautiful woman who can compare with Li Yaoyao, but how can her neck be smashed? Don't you feel weird?"

Su Luo bit his lower lip and lifted his head. He said with a serious statement: "You may accidentally fall to the ground when you sleep."

"No?" Zi Yan felt incredible.

How does Mo Yunqing say that it is also a sixth-order repair, how can he twist his neck when he sleeps? This is too illogical. And although the Su Luo is serious, but the thief who flashed her eyes...

The purple scorpion suddenly blinked: "Let's fall, you just disappeared, are you..."

Su Luo suddenly grabbed Zi Yan’s mouth: “No!”

"Hey--" Zi Yan was almost stunned.

Su Luo let go of her, and gave her a sigh of relief: "You haven't found anything, huh?"

"Know it." Zi Yan grinned and grinned. When Su is like this, it means that she really has something to do with Mo Yunqing’s neck, which is interesting to think about.

The Nangong Liuyun heard the words, and the good-looking thin lips twitched slightly. I know that his family is uneasy, hehe. He spoiled his head in the face.

The brothers and sisters of Mo Yunfeng did not know that Su Luo was the culprit.

At this time, Mo Yunfeng said with a smile: "It is difficult for you to get the Northland. If you happen to meet it, you will have a chance. Why don't you follow me to Weiyang Palace?"

Nangong Liuyun’s eyes were dangerously half-squatting, and he smiled and smiled at Mo Yunfeng.

This eye, as sharp as a sword, Mo Yunfeng almost lost, he took a deep breath, in order to maintain the surface of the quiet.

"If we don't go?" Beichen Ying arrogantly carried his chin, sneer again and again, "Please go and go, then we are not very faceless?"

The ink cloud maple face is slightly cold, and some can't stand the face.

At this point, the ink cloud in the carriage moved to the neck and climbed out. She saw Beichen Shadow, and suddenly her eyebrows were vertical: "Hey, Beichen Shadow, is it really you?"

"Do I know you?" Beichen Ying stunned Mo Yunqing with a sigh of relief.

"You don't know me?" Mo Yunqing's eyes widened, his right hand held his neck and quickly walked over, snoring and blinking. "Bei Chenying, you dare to say that you don't know me? Who drove me into the mud? That's it. Once, you broke my neck!"

Bei Chen Ying touched his nose with guilty conscience, but he justified himself on the surface: "That is not intentional. When I fight with Mo Yunfeng, who let you stand in the mud? You are swept into the mud pit and twisted your neck. Can that blame me?"

The darkness of the ink cloud was almost passed.

The Soviet Union heard a word but laughed.

It turned out that this Mo Yunqing girl was not the first time she had broken her neck. It seems that her neck is habitual dislocation, but she can't be blamed.

"Hey, what are you laughing at!" Mo Yunqing heard the laughter, and immediately pointed the spear to the Soviet Union. She screamed at the anger. "Who are you? Who makes you laugh?!"

This young lady is quite used to being a self-willed person, thinking that everyone is their slaves, and they are all arrogant.