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

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After going back, everyone gathered to count the money.

Looking at the spar that piled up like a mountain, Su Luo suddenly smiled.

Recently, they didn’t know how to drop things, and their appetite was so good that they were every day in the spar.

Before she had paid 10,000 pieces of spar in the space, but it was only a long time ago, when the Soviets searched into the space, they found that there were only a hundred of the 10,000 spar, not enough for them today. What about the teeth? If Su Luo does not try to earn spar, it will open the skylight.

Su Luo did not understand why the few people in this time space would eat this way, but this kind of situation is really happy in the heart. It is a blessing to eat, and the more you eat, the faster you can improve.

And with the North Chenying pre-supported 20,000 spar, Su Luo was satisfied to go back.

Today's battle was quickly spread throughout the Eastern Jin Dynasty and the whole continent at a very fast speed.

Everyone knows that there is another young king who has risen. Her name is Sulu.

On this day, every corner of the imperial capital, people after the meal are all talking about the Soviet Union.

From the beginning of her waste materials, to the later is not recognized, and now the World War I fame and soaring, the twists and turns of which are bizarre, there are completely different versions.

But there is no doubt that the core of these versions is the praise and admiration of the Soviet Union.

At this moment, the label of the scrap material attached to the Sushen body was quietly torn off, and the genius mark was attached.

After this time with Li Aochen, Su Luo had a feeling of relief, but then there were some concerns.

Another month is the match between Nangong Liuyun and Dongfang Xuan.

Will Nangong Liuyun win?

Su Luo did not know that all the people present at the time did not know.

It quickly passed by a month.

Nanshan.

Bei Chenying handed a thick account book to Su Luo, frowning: "In this competition, there are more people who are willing to win the second place than Dong Xuan."

In this way, if they are also betting on the Nangong, then there is no profit to make.

Su Luo touched his chin and fell into thought.

"What do you think?" After a long while, Su Luo returned to God from his thoughts, and his eyes looked at Beichen Shadow.

"Not good operation." Bei Chenying grabbed his head: "Does the second child continue to be seriously injured? Can't be any more."

Su Luo gave him a sigh of relief: "I think... you missed the most important point."

"What?" Bei Chenying eyes are confused.

"Many people don't know the bottom of the oriental mystery, aren't they?" Su Luo went to the North Chen Ying hook hooks his fingers, and Bei Chen shadowed his ass.

Su fell in his ear and said a few words.

Bei Chenying’s pair of clear black eyes followed.

"Good idea." Bei Chenying made a snap, and the white cheeks appeared two shallow dimples, like a big boy in the sun.

The two small heads came together, and it took a while to agree on the idea.

"What are you talking about?" Zi Yan came from afar.

"Exploring the strength of Dongfang Xuan." Su Luo proudly raised his eyebrows.

"Who is going?" There was a sorrow in the eyes of Zi Yan. "The strength of the master is terrible. Even the old antiques of the Presbyterians praise the masters."

Su Luo whispered three words in her ear, and Zi Zi suddenly became happy.

"He went to the old man, it would be better." Zi Yan said with a smile.