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

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Sharp sharp daggers across the muscles, cut the flesh, how can it not hurt without any anesthesia?

Su Lu clearly saw a smattering of sweat on the head of the Nangong stream, his face paler, pale as paper, no blood.

The messy long hair was soaked in sweat and spread over the wide shoulders.

But his mouth provoked a light smile, it seems that the clouds are light and light, seemingly careless.

He stared at her for a moment, so gentle, pet, and intoxicating.

Su Luo collided with his sight, his heart, and he moved, and she turned back and continued the movement in her hand.

Looking at the scarred skin, there was a flash of murder in the eyes of Su’s eyes.

"What happened last night?" Su Luo asked for the third time.

The previous Nangong Liuyun had avoided seeing it, but now, in order to draw his attention, Su Luo has once again mentioned it.

Because when the coagulation powder is sprinkled, it is called real pain.

The face of Nangong Liuyun’s demon charm flashed a trace of playfulness, filled with a sinister smile: “Reassured, the king’s body is destroyed and destroyed in the hands of the fallen donkey, how can it be given to others?”

What is this called? It’s as if she is very hot and devastating!

Sue gave him a sigh of relief: "How did you get out?"

What is the power of the purple fish temple? Since it is locked into the Acacia room, it is almost impossible to get out safely.

I remembered the scene at that time, the Nangong Liuyun enchanted eyes narrowed down, but his face was filled with a sinister smile: "The king was determined to keep the innocent body dedicated to my family's small faith, which can still come out. Come?"

"How did you hurt this?"

In the hands of the Soviets, the daggers crossed, and a piece of carrion was cut. The Nangong Liuyun’s brows were not wrinkled. His face was still a pale smile. He said slowly in his mouth: "The fight is squatting. In the Acacia room, there is a The two choices are quite human."

When the temperature is gentle and soft, the evil spirits are enchanting, but the sweat on the forehead condenses into beads, and the particles roll down.

Su Luo’s nose was sour, don’t look over his face, he didn’t see it, his hand speeded up, but his mouth continued to lead him to talk. “How personal?”

"Well, this is simply to say that you are fighting with yourself." Nan Gongliuyun's eyes are a little dizzy, but he still smiles, his smile is pale and weak.

"How do you fight yourself?" Sue looked at him and focused on his work.

Nangong Liuyun thought for a moment and said slowly: "The inside is very strange, it will simulate another one, and this person, whether he is spiritual, move, or thinking, is in the most perfect peak state, very powerful. ?"

Is there such a strange thing? Can you still simulate this? Whether this is ancient or ultra-modern... Susie suddenly fell.

"In this case, how have you been beaten?" Su Luo paused, then squeezed the coagulation into a powder and sprinkled it on his **** wounds.

The sound of a "squeaky" sound on the wound was similar to the effect of splashing sulfuric acid.

Nangong Liuyun's face was white, and he took a deep breath. He hardly ignored the cone heartache, smiled gently but enchanted: "Don't look at it...who is this king...how...maybe... Can't beat..."

With the most perfect self-drying, if you don't have the danger of life, how come out?