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

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Who knows, Nangong is less like a smile and a smile: "She has something to know about the answer, why don't you give her a solution?"

Prophet adult: "..."

That's it!

He was weird. How suddenly did people ask him to do the problem, let him think hard, and the curiosity was lifted and unsolved. Was it prepared for this?

If this is the case, then the boy’s IQ and blackness are only afraid that he will have a higher look.

Because of this line, he had already laid the groundwork a long time ago.

In fact, at that time, Nangong Liuyun did not know that Su Luo would encounter the statue of his mother. He used the title to hang the prophet, but he really wanted him to take the initiative to tell the origin of the pastoral village. As a result, Su Luo met the statue.

The prophet first had an anger that was fooled by people, but after calming down, he found that this topic... he would be crazy after he did not understand it!

"Whether it is worth mentioning, promise you." The prophet was helplessly waving his hand.

This is because the opponent is the Nangong Liuyun, if it is replaced by others, the prophet is really angry.

It’s just the words of Nangong Liuyun... The prophet’s adult had long been defeated in the Nangong Liuyun’s hands several times, and he was defeated and convinced, so it’s a matter of course to recognize the loss.

Since the prophet adults agreed to this matter, Nangong II took the pen and took a prophet of the prophet, filled with black text, and turned to the back of the blank.

The Nangong flow is calm and the pen is clear, and the clear handwriting flows out on the blank paper.

The prophet spent a month, and calculated the calculation paper of 30 centimeters thick. However, a calculation paper of Nangong Liuyun only wrote three or four lines of characters.

However, in a few seconds, Nangong Liuyun had already thrown the pen back to the prophet, and after both hands were delivered, he calmly looked at the Prophet.

Just three or four lines?

How can it be!

The prophet adults rushed up, grabbed the calculation paper, and stared at them one word at a time.

His hand trembled with excitement.

Actually, actually, so simple to answer it? This, how is this possible! ! !

But the fact is that it happened under his nose, and it really can't be true anymore.

It took the prophet adults ten minutes to finally calm down their feelings. He cherished the paper folding and then silently stuffed it into his arms.

Looking up, the prophet adults took a deep breath on the shining black stars of Shangnan Gongliuyun. This time it was really convincing.

"You, very good, very good..." The prophet was full of appreciation and helpless eyes as he looked at Nangong Liuyun. "You know, why do they call me a prophet?"

"Inheriting memories." The perfect rhombic of Nangong adults was slightly evoked, and a faint smile appeared.

"Even this knows, what else do you still have to know?" The prophet did not look at Nangong Liuyun with a good spirit. "Whether it is worth it, let me come with me!"

After the topic was solved, the prophet adults were relaxed, and the sky was blue and beautiful, the air was fresh and good, and the whole person was like alive again.

Walking along the road, the villagers greeted the prophet adults, the Soviet Union, and the Nangong Liuyun.

But when they saw their direction of departure, they all secretly said: How is it like going to the ground?