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

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"Well, that's her." Nangong Liuyun show and smile, Junyan is like a flower, blooming a peerless style.

Su's brows picked up slightly. That name, like a snake, lingers in her heart, lingering, and does not know what kind of realm she has grown up to now.

"What kind of riddles are you playing?" Beichen Ying got together, and the beautiful peach eyes shone with curiosity.

"Nothing." Su Luo and Nan Gong Liu Yun said three words in unison.

Beichen Ying's beautiful rhombic is flat: "You two are uniting to bully me!"

Su fell with his hands on his hips, and his smile was not good: "I will bully you, drop it?"

Nangong Liu Yun mouth evokes a smile of fun: "I support my wife and children to bully you, drop it?"

"Oh." Purple was suddenly teased, and she did not expect that the three brothers who were cold and iceberg had such a lovely side. She reluctantly patted Bei Chenying's shoulder. "Hey, come to my sister, my sister hurts you."

Seeing a few of them playing together, Mu Zifeng looked at the Soviet Union's gaze more complicated.

The rest are all children of the family, born noble, they have always rejected outsiders, but the girl of Su is not only mingled with them, but also faintly pursued. I heard that Su Zian had to drive the girl out of the house in order to avoid being hated by Yao Chi. If Su Zi'an now knows Su's achievements...

Mu Zifeng sneaked at the cold and sitting mysterious powerhouse, and his heart jumped, and then there was something called gloating. He really hopes that when Su Zian knew that the daughter who was sacrificed on the day returned, what would his expression look like? It is a pity to guard the northeast border, or you can go to Beijing to see it.

Several people in the Soviet Union did not live in the military camp for a long time. After taking some supplies, they then went on the road.

On the road, the small stone distracted the outside spirit is too rough, asking the Soviet Union to take it into space.

"This, can you take it in?"

Her space can't be filled with living people. If she can, she can completely collect the Nangong Liuyun into the space.

But the little stone gave her a faint look: "Do you think I am a big living person now?"

"Oh..." Su Luo was suddenly stunned. As far as she thinks, the body of the ink ancestors is only a skeleton, and the soul of the small stone is not completely integrated with it.

"Then try it." Su Luo paused, single-handedly pressed the sleeves of the old ancestors of the ink, and whispered, "Receive."

A white light flashed, and the figure of the ink ancestors disappeared out of thin air.

The space of the Soviet Union can only accept the ink ancestors, and the rest of the people have no way to accept it.

Before the dragon scale horse was still okay, but after the military camp, it lost its temper. So, when I left, Zi Yan and others were the best sweat horses, and even the three princesses rode themselves. The only ones in the dragon-horse carriage were the two.

Nangong Liuyun is very satisfied with the current situation.

Su Luo sat on the wall of the car, Nangong Liuyun lying on the car board, his head resting on the knees of the Soviet Union, his eyes closed, the body's spiritual power circled.

The warm and hazy sun shines through the curtains of the lifted curtains, and the light and bright, even the tiny fluff on his ears are clear.

Su Luo looked at him quietly, his eyes flashed a touch of pity.