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

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Su Luo smiled: "Oh, I don't know."

Murong Mo frowned.

She said so hard, the result is that people can't easily understand the expression, and the expression is still so light and unwavering. This is not the reaction of Murong Mo.

"I don't like the South Palace two in the end!" Murong Mo screamed at the Soviet Union.

"What do you say?" Su Luo smiled.

"If you like it, after hearing these things, you can't be indifferent, so..." Murong Mo suddenly realized, "I know!"

Suo Suo silently looked at himself and his excited Murong Mo.

I saw Murong Mo staring at Su Luo with disdain: "You didn't like Nangong II. You are close to him. It is just the power to admire him! You are a vanity woman!"

Su Luo is speechless.

Murong Mo was able to speak to herself, and she believed it was true.

Su Luo felt that if she talked to her again, she would become mentally disabled, so she stood up and prepared to go outside.

"You stand for me!" Murong Mo pointed at the Soviet Union. "You dare to go out of this room and try!"

Su Lili ignored her and walked away.

"You!" Murong Mo wants to rush to give Sue a slap in the face, but, Murong Zeyu came out from the oblique thorn, grabbed Murong Mo, and his eyes were full of anger.

"Do you want to be an enemy of Nangong Liuyun?" Murong Zeyu screamed at Murong Mo.

Murong Mo said that the grievances were flat.

Murong Zeyu yelled at her: "Less less to Murong's family!"

"But she is a stinky head that is nothing from the lower bound!" Murong Mo is not convinced!

"As long as Nangong Liuyun still likes her, she can do whatever she wants! You can write it to me in your mind, otherwise something goes wrong, don't blame me for not warning you!" Murong Zeyu poked Murong Mo's skull.

Murong Mo was so eager to cry, his eyes were tearful and he was wronged.

Murong Zeyu did not have time to comfort her, only said: "There is nothing wrong with her in words, as for anything else, and see!"

Murong Zeyu is waiting.

The moment he waited for the Nangong Liuyun to abandon the Soviet Union, it was time for the Murong family to grab the 暮云剑.

Su Luo talked with Murong Mo in the room and delayed some time.

She came out of the hall.

Outside is an empty courtyard, surrounded by flowers and trees, faint.

Su Luben is out to be breathable, so it’s easy to go along the trail and smell the fresh air.

However, Su Luo did not know that since she walked out of the hall, there was a figure behind her.

Not long after the fall, Suddenly saw a white shadow in front, sitting alone in a low mesh hammock.

I saw him in a white coat, his back was long and slim, and a jade flute in his hand was playing a cold rhythm.

The background of this person, Su Li is familiar.

However, she did not bother him, only stood quietly, waiting for him to end.

The flute whispered, and it was like a cry, and the heart could not help but feel sad.

After a fragrant time, the tempo slowly stopped.

"Oh." Su Luo applauded without a word.

Since she cultivated the sound of the avenue, she has no teacher-in-law on the temperament. She did not learn how to learn it, but with instinct, she can distinguish the pros and cons of the flute.

Undoubtedly, the juvenile's flute sounds lonely and clear, as if the heart is sad, and people can not help resonate.