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

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Since he promised Master Yun Yun to send Su Luo to the second place, then he must do it.

Nangong Liuyun caressed the face of the Soviet Union as snowy and clear, and the smile is very beautiful: "Oriental Xuan, will it be more powerful than your man?"

For a time, it was quiet all around.

Static can almost hear each other breathing.

Zi Yan and others face each other: Next is the affair, do they automatically retreat?

Su Luo grabbed Nangong’s flowing clouds and said that his mouth was slightly raised: “What do you think?”

"I believe you pick the man's eyes, huh?" Nangong Liuyun with a faint nasal sound, but an unusual enchanting evil charm, **** sexy.

"I always believe in you." Su Luo holds his handsome face and prints a kiss of love on his face.

Nangong Liuyun laughed sillyly, and the enchanting expression just now was completely different.

Beichen Shadow is a mouth. A love is stupid for three years, and even the wise men of His Royal Highness can't escape.

"Who do you want to fight against tomorrow?" Nangong Liuyun bites the sensitive earlobe of Su's, his voice is low and confusing.

Su Luo pushed him away. After all, under the eyes of the public, such influence is not good.

When she thought about it, she spit out a name.

Nangong Liuyun’s eyes are filled with a smile.

Time passed by, and the second day was reached in the blink of an eye.

On the lottery table, the Soviet Union stood quietly.

As always, in order to be fair, there is no chance for the lottery to draw lots. The rest of the sign belongs to her regardless of whether it is good or bad.

Thirteen people, one of whom is in the air, all the rest must participate.

There were two rounds before, and it was clearly that Nangong Liuyun and Luo Yuming got it. I don’t know who won this round of empty signing.

The masters on the stage were lightly standing, and the audience began to talk again.

"God, you see, the Soviet Union is still on the stage."

"Yeah, she is around, the worst is the eighth-order strength, she is, a small fifth-order, which is too pitted?"

"This is not an era of fighting brothers, nor is it a time of fight. This is the era of mastering masters."

"There is a good master, I am so fragrant, my mother is no longer worried about my place."

Various ridicules of public opinion pressed against the Soviet Union, but the Soviet Union was not moved, calmly standing in place.

At this point, the results of the draw have been continued.

Dongfang Xuan first went to draw.

I don't know if he is lucky or bad luck, and he directly draws the round sign.

None of the people in the audience knew that the man in the fight was the master of the Purgatory City. He only thought that he was a famous figure, so he talked about it.

"This person doesn't know who it is. It seems that he has never heard of it."

"Yeah, wearing a fight, the face is not revealed, I don't know if it is because the length is too ugly."

"It’s quite good with the girl wearing a black cap."

Su Luo listened to these arguments and did not turn his eyes.

Dong Xuan is not angry? Su Luo thought so, his eyes could not help but go to the East.

At this point, it seems that there is a sense, and the eyes of the Oriental Xuan are also looking towards the Soviet Union.

In the moment of confrontation, the Soviet Union has a body icing, like the feeling of falling into hell!

The eyes were as dark as hell, just on the pair, so that the Soviets couldn’t move, and the dark, fearful breath quickly flooded her head.