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

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"I have done it!" Jingdi waved his hand.

Deferred, postponed, the history of the Dragon List has been held for many times, and has never been postponed, how to turn to the Eastern Jin Dynasty, it is so troublesome.

Jingdi has changed the mind of the referee, but asked a few families, the big guys of those families are not in the house! Therefore, King Jing can only wait.

Fortunately, Master Yun Yun is still trustworthy.

On the day before the game, it was finally late and caught up with the feast of the Dragon Watch.

Nanshan.

When Su Luo saw Master Yun Yun, his eyes were filled with joy and his lips smirked: "Master, you can be regarded as coming back. You will never come back. Nangong Uncle has to send someone to tie me up."

Master Rong Yun has a white robes, a long body, and a face like the Mid-Autumn Festival. It is as gentle as jade, elegant and elegant, and elegant and elegant. It is almost suffocating, but this thin figure is standing at the peak of the human strong. Strength.

Master Rong Yun looked at the Soviet Union, smiled lightly, and his voice was warm and low: "Is it all good?"

He always talks so unhurriedly, warm and lazy, and the tail can't tell.

Su Luo ran up to hold his arm, and the right wrist handed it up and smiled. "Master, you give it, is it really good?"

Master Rong Yun used the glory of the light to smear the Soviet Union. The dark eyes were like the thick ones in the ink paintings. The daggers were: "The recovery is not bad, it is a big fat meat."

Master Rong Yun pinched the cheeks of the swells, and faintly smirked a smile.

Rong Yun doesn't always laugh, but he laughs at the gentle beauty, but it can't be described by any adjective in the world.

Su Luo looked at him like that silly, and then she was taken away by Nangong Liuyun.

Nangong Liuyun’s long arm was placed, and the Soviet Union was placed behind him. He was squatting and screaming at the master of Yunyun: “The master is not a master, and there is still time to linger here.”

"Nan Gong Liu Yun." Su Luo secretly pulled his sleeves. How can I be so rude to Master!

Nangong Liuyun let Su Luo almost cut off his sleeves without looking back at her, but his face was getting deeper and deeper.

Master Rong Yun raised his lips at a gentle angle, and his fifties pointed to the Soviet Union: "Go to the teacher."

Master has a life, and the disciples are afraid to follow. As a result, the Soviet Union directly dropped the Nangong Liuyun, and the fart turned to the Rong Yun master.

This compartment, Nangong Liuyun has not pulled back, the face suddenly black with the bottom of the pot like gray, sinking almost dripping water.

His black and blue silk was tilted down, but at this time almost roots were erected, and the clenched fist squeaked the sound of the joint collision.

That box, Master Rong Yun took the place of Su Luo if no one said this.

He is so beautiful, and the gestures are exquisite and noble, elegant to the extreme, and the strength is unpredictable.

Su Luo did not find the face of Nangong Liuyun black pot. At this time, she sat on the soft couch side by side with his master, and told him about the past with a smile.

Master used to slap his face before, and Su Luo was used to his indifference and alienation. Suddenly the Master became amiable, and Su Lu naturally had to seize this opportunity.

At this time, the one that Su Luo said was called a brow dance, and it was flying.

The contrast with the angry face of Nangong Liuyun is very obvious.

Finally, Master Rong Yun pinched the small arm of the Soviet Union and wrinkled his brow: "Is this strength?"