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

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Zi Yan pushed him away: "Hate, say they say them, what do you do? I am not married!"

Bei Chenying bitterly said: "You are not married, then I am not going to be a monk for a lifetime? Just don't."

This is the first time that Bei Chenying has such a clear hint that he wants to be beautiful.

"You... I am not married, what is the relationship with you?"

Bei Chen Ying Xiaoyi grabbed her arm and let her stand opposite her. A serious saying: "How can this be okay? You don't marry me, who am I going to go with me?"

The face of Zi Yan instantly rose red, and the face was shy: "Don't tell you!"

She stumbled and ran away quickly.

"Hey, are you married to marry me?" Beichen Ying chased behind her.

The purple python runs faster and faster...

When I heard the dialogue between Beichen Ying and Zixiao, the elders of the Lord smiled and touched the beards. It seems that there are good things.

In three days, I will turn around.

On this day, the No. 21 base, Nangong Liuyun is about to meet the Soviet Union.

In the camp, Su Luo looked at the fascinating beauty of the bronze mirror, and his mouth slightly shook a smile.

"Good beauty ~ ~" Zi Yan looked at the picturesque face of the bronze mirror, and suddenly his eyes sparkled.

Such a sue, even her woman is stunned, can not wait to grab home to raise, let alone a man?

Sue faint smile: "Lost your hand."

On the 21st base, there are no other women, and there is no like, so the dressing is all purple.

"There is no makeup at all. Your face, even if it is plain, it is the most beautiful face under the sun." The purple scorpion did not lie at all, and the face of the singer has already poured out the world, and nowadays With a little bit of fat, the whole face is alive.

"Well?" Beichen Ying at the entrance of the door continually rushed to urge, again and again.

This is already the thirteenth time today.

Zi Yan did not sigh with a sigh of relief: "The time has not arrived yet, what is urgent?"

What's more, it's not that you are married. The purple scorpion secretly swears in his heart.

Bei Chen Ying’s heart is called a grievance. Is it obvious that Nangong asked him to urge him?

It was not Nangong. Anyway, when he walked to the front of Nangong, he stared at himself with the cold eyes, which made him feel a lot of pressure and automatically rushed to urge him.

"Don't miss the hour, hurry up." Beichen Ying shouted loudly.

"Well, let the three divisions come in."

In the custom of the blue continent, the groom’s official had to go to the boudoir in person, and the bride was carried out and turned back to the auditorium.

The purple enamel will dress up the beauty of the Soviet Union, and then pull the hijab and send it to the hand of Nangong Liuyun, who can't wait to come.

Today's Nangong Liuyun, a brocade red robe, has always been beautiful and unparalleled in the world, this moment, is more lively.

He looked at the eyes of the Soviet Union, shining like a star, shining.

After waiting for a long time, I finally waited until today.

After dreaming for a long time, I finally realized my dream.

Nangong Liuyun carefully carried the Sulu back behind him, as if to protect the world's most precious baby, step by step, careful, steady and proper to carry Su down to the auditorium.

Others only thought that Nangong was steady and deep, but he did not know that he was at the moment, just like stepping on cotton.