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

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Persist in Li Qing's death, insisted that the blood bat died, insisted that she could not persist, and she allowed herself to faint.

Before fainting, Sue said to himself in his mind: In the future, this contraindication will not be moved anymore.

The colon fell asleep in the mud-like darkness.

When she opened her eyes again, she could feel the sun leaking from the cracks of the dense leaves and cast a little glow on her face.

Su’s subconsciously raised his hand, covering the glare of the glare, then slowly opened his eyes.

I was used to the darkness, and when I came into contact with the sun, the Soviet Union only felt that the eyes were stabbed, so she closed her eyes again.

At this time, a fierce and excited voice is rising!

"Moving, moving, Su lost!"

Su sighed helplessly in the heart, this is the sound of flying on Tuesday.

No matter what kind of life and death experience he has experienced, he is always so hot and optimistic.

Su Luo has no choice but to open his eyes.

What she saw at first sight was not the flight on Tuesday, but the coldness.

Su Luo was still worried about him, but he was relieved and sighed with relief: "You are fine."

Cold seven but was touched, and grabbed the Soviet Union, and the beautiful face of Qingjun was almost broken: "Small fall, when you were in a coma, you still remembered me. It was so touching." ”

Su Luo didn't have a good white look at him. Now she has no strength at all, and he feels exhausted when he wants to blink.

"Cold seven less accompany me to do the task, if you hurt you, I can not afford to pay." Su implementation of the matter.

I don’t accept this saying: "No matter, you care about me anyway, you care about me the most!"

Sustained mouthless mouth slightly pumping.

"What are you doing now?" Cold seven rare sees the pale face of the horrible face, the lips are even more bloodless, the deep beauty of the flashing a touch of imperceptible pity, the voice is also a lot softer.

Su Luo struggled to sit up.

The cold seven rarely stood up and helped the Soviet Union to sit on the old tree and stared at her with concern.

The deep eyes are like a clear spring, unpredictable, many people will involuntarily indulge in, until they lose themselves, but such eye-wave offensives are ineffective against the Soviet Union.

She smiled and shook her head: "There is no strength."

The brain is even more like to be blasted and then re-bonded together. A large piece of blank space, every time she speaks a word, she hurts her spirits.

The cold seven is about to order Su Luo to lay down and rest, but see Su Luo suddenly asked: "Right, how long have I been in a coma?"

"One month." Cold seven less did not say good.

When he finally smashed the fifteenth elder of Emperor Wuzong, and finally ran to support, he saw the figure of Su Luo falling down. At that moment, he thought that the whole world had collapsed.

This month, the cold seven used less.

If it weren't for his constant injection of aura to the Soviet Union, she would wake up, not to mention a month, that is, ten years can not wake up.

When Su was in the refining of the demon, she calculated the result, when she calculated that she was sleeping for eleven years.

But now, one month's time is awakened, and when Su Luo thinks, he knows that this is the credit of the cold.

"Thank you." Su Luo solemnly stared at the cold seven, seriously thank you.

If it wasn’t for the cold seven, the fifteen elders of the Emperor Wuzong would be taken away, and it would be useless to let the devil’s demon spirit