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

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The third division's brother is too enchanting to think and black, and if you don't pay attention, it will make people sway, she doesn't like it at all. Compared to her, she still thinks that Beichen Shadow is more lovely.

"Wait." Nangong Liuyun left this sentence, turned and went to the hall.

The Nangong Liuyun has gone, and Beichen Shadow and Zijing have just followed him.

Zi Yan thinks or feels uneasy: "But the three brothers, this time is too late!"

"It will be too late." Nangong Liu Yun calmly sat on the wicker chair, calmly picking up a cup of tea, seemingly smelling.

The sable is anxious: "From Nanshan to the battle station, there is a certain distance, at least you have to leave a fragrant time? But now, from the game, there is only one fragrant time."

Why are the three brothers not in a hurry? This is really the emperor is not anxious to be too anxious, anxious to die.

The purple scorpion was so anxious that it was bad in the room.

Because it is slow to catch up, if you leave now, the time is already very tense.

Nangong Liuyun faintly evokes the corner of his lips, saying concisely: "Sit down, wait."

Zi Zi looked to Bei Chen Ying, Bei Chen Ying shrugged his shoulders, and finally sighed: "This time the next note, it is estimated to lose."

"How much have you been?" Zi Yan asked curiously.

That gambling house, she is also one of the partners.

"All." Beichen Ying sighed. "The news from the previous drop, 300,000 spar all bought her to win."

"This..." Zi Yan swallowed hard. "When is this?"

"Last night." Bei Chenying spreads his hand. "She has a piece of paper in her little dragon's mouth. Oh, this is this."

Bei Chen Ying took the paper out of his arms and gave it to everyone.

"Thirty thousand crystals..." Zi Yan lamented. "If you take it to the reclamation, you can still turn up a layer of spray, but you can't even see a shadow."

"If I go to the competition, I still have a little win, but now, hehe." Beichen Ying sighed. Now this is the rhythm of automatic waiver.

"There is nothing about this, isn't it 300,000 spar? Is it important to compare the cultivation of the upper and lower?" The purple dragonfly came back and said, biting his teeth.

Although some are distressed with spar, the cultivation of falling is the most important.

"Who wants to lose?"

The door slammed open, and the old clothes were standing in front of everyone.

At this time, her hair was messy, her face was bloodless, and her eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, which looked very embarrassing.

However, at this time her spirit is very good, a pair of dark, ink-like eyes sparkling, crystal clear bottom.

"Let's fall?" Zi Yan and Bei Chenying stood up in surprise.

"Why are you so weeping and crying? Seeing that I am so happy?" Su Luo looked at them with a smile. "Right, how many days from the game?"

“How many days?” Beichen Ying shouted exaggeratedly. “It’s not even a few minutes, but a few days.”

"Then you still stay here leisurely?" Su Luo suddenly changed his face and turned his head to the shadow of Shangbei Chen. "Don't you ask you to press 300,000 spar?"

"Come on." Bei Chenying sighed helplessly. "But now it’s only a minute away from this game. Even if we rushed over, it’s too late."

"You!" Su Luo almost turned his eyes. "You two stupids! When did the referee start to decide, do you forget who my master is?"