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

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But before she left the two steps, she had already blocked a person in front of her.

The maid of the cold family, the strength is extraordinary, can be close to the girl who is cold and seven, the strength is outstanding.

In front of Su Luo is the maid who holds the cold sword.

Su Luolian’s maid who served the tea, but also the maid who held the cold sword, the Su can only look back, staring coldly at the cold seven: "What do you mean?"

The cold seven slowly stood up, and the long legs wrapped in the double silver and white boots stepped down the steps. As he walked, the white jade pendant between his waist moved with the wind.

In the end, he was standing in front of the Soviet Union. The coldness like ink was as cold as the cold pool. The thin red lips were tightly tied into a white line. He stared at the Soviet Union and told her seriously and seriously. Fact: "You think, here is what you want to come, you can go if you want to go?"

Su Luo knows that today, if he wants to retreat, he is afraid that it will be difficult.

She did not have a good temper and asked Tang Yazhen: "How did you come here?"

Tang Yazhen also instinctively realized that something was wrong at this moment, because the instinct of instinct told her that the cold seven is very dangerous. He said that if he kills, he will really kill people.

So she looked at Su Luo with a lingering heart: "I originally wanted to go shopping on the street, and I was knocked on the sap when I walked. I woke up and was here..."

Su Luo did not follow the cold seven words, but looked at him with a sneer: "Designing my people, is you, Murong Mo is only an implementer?"

Cold seven does not deny: "She has not enough brains."

Su Luo nodded and expressed his agreement with him.

Murong Mo pointed his nose at himself: "..."

She recruited who provoked her, good end to eat, but others said that the brain can not? Isn't the brain enough to be brain-dead? Murong Mo’s temper continues to cook.

Su’s hands clasped his arms and opened the door: “Let’s say, what else?”

Cold seven less one look, his beautiful maid moved his soft chair in a moment and put it behind him.

Cold seven little lazy leaning on the soft embroidered chair, looking for a comfortable posture, stunned the Soviet Union, probably thought that looking up to make him tired, so cold seven less pointed to the front of the dance: " You are sitting here."

How brilliant is the dance, she immediately kneels on the ground, her body is adjusted into an arch, like a stable chair.

The familiarity of the dancers is not the first time.

Su Luo: "..."

She is not used to sitting on the back of others, there is nothing in the space of the Soviet Union, and there is nothing unusual about it.

So, Su Luo took out a sleek and luxurious Taishi chair from the space, and slammed it in front of the cold seven.

Her chair, both in shape and size, is less powerful than cold.

Cold and little see the small eyes of the smug, so cold smile.

"You ask me what conditions are there, then, telling you the truth is no problem." Leng Shao stared at the Soviet Union, a word: "Dance."

"What?" Su Luo glared at him.

"Dancing, tempting me, success, you will pass." Cold seven less lazy leaning on the soft embroidered chair, eyes with a smile, mysterious and demon.

"I won't agree." Su's fist on the side of the body was clenched, because she knew that this metamorphosis was not a joke!

The atmosphere that was as easy as the old friend met was suddenly stagnant.

At this time, Su Luo only felt that a white light flashed in front of him, and then fixed his eyes.