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

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"Since the predecessors insisted on shooting, the younger generation is not polite!" Dongfang Xuan was disturbed by the good things, and now he was angry. Now, the ink ancestors did not say anything directly to him, he is very temperament, can you bear this breath?

Therefore, Dong Xuan directly handed over to the ink ancestors.

After handing in, the heart of Dongfang Xuan moved slightly.

The strength of the ink ancestor is clearly the main step of the Lord, but now he feels that the other side only gives up the strength of the command of the order, what is going on?

Is it...

Dong Xuan heart suddenly happy!

Isn’t the ink ancestor not to kill him, but to teach him specifically? This possibility is really great!

The oriental Xuan Xin’s head was a joy, and the emperor’s ancestors focused on Zheng.

The small stone looked at the oriental mystery like an idiot. This fool is a bit dry?

The oriental Xuan contacted the small stone with a calm, watery look, and the brow stretched slightly. Sure enough, the ink ancestor did not come to kill him.

"Thank you for your enlightenment from the seniors, please!"

The small stone brows wrinkled slightly. Enlighten me? Who enlightened me? Is he obviously a good test?

At the same time, in order to adapt to the physical combat ability of the ink ancestor, did the small stone personally dispatch it? Who is free to enlighten him, snake disease!

In the heart of the small stone, the oriental Xuan is a snake disease, but the oriental Xuan has no such consciousness.

It is a pity that the small stone is not the original ink ancestor after all, and his strength has been heavily discounted. Therefore, it is not a breeze to force out the bottom card of the Oriental Box.

With the start of the two men’s battles, the courtyard was too small for them to open.

So the two moved slowly toward the north.

Just as they were playing away from the original place, two sneaky figures appeared on the periphery of the wall garden.

A low-pitched voice rang softly.

"Ink ancestors? Why are you missing?"

"I don't know, but in the information that Beichen got, it was said that the courtyard of the Oriental Xuan is here."

"Would you like to go in?"

"There is a strong breath here. It seems to be gradually dissipating. Isn’t the ink ancestor gone?"

These two people are naturally the descendants and purple eyes behind the ink ancestors.

The speed of the small stone was very fast, and the Soviet Union took the purple scorpion all the way, but it was still a slow step. The ink ancestor had already left.

"Hey, what is that?" Zi Yan pointed to a bright red cloth hanging on the treetops, clear and black eyes.

"It seems to be... red head cover?" Su Luo squinted his head and thought about it.

Is there a custom in ancient times to hang red heads on trees? Is there any meaning here?

"No!" Zi Yan firmly shook his head. "This is not a red head. As I see it, it is clearly a dudou."

Su Lu naturally does not believe: "Whoever has nothing to do with the big night hanging on the treetops? Is it the sun?"

"Really a dudou, don't believe that I brought it to you." Zi Yan flew away from the tree, and then he flew back with his apron, and then handed it to Su Luo: "You see, is it a dudou?"

"It’s really a dudou." Su Luo smiled.

In fact, she had already seen it, but she just ran up and took it, and she didn't want to take over such a private thing.

Suddenly, a purple "squeaky" sound was heard in the mouth of the purple scorpion.

"What's wrong?" Sue curiously scraped it over and lowered his voice.