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

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The Nangong Liuyun is close to the Soviet Union, and the distance between the two people is further narrowed.

When Su Lu looked up, he saw the Nangong Liuyun, which was close at hand.

His skin is really good, the snow is white and delicate, there is no trace of pores, no sputum, such as the fat of white jade.

His black eyes were as light as an obsidian, slightly squinting and staring at her.

Su Luo snorted: "I will die and I will not ask for help anyway!"

Nangong’s second eye has a slight smile and a sigh of laughter: “Would you ask me to accept my help, and let me fall?”

Su Luo glanced at him and sneered: "Nan Gong Er is two, have you had such a hippie smile? But it is rare."

In the face of the tenderness of the proud, Nangong two young heroes are short of breath, he sighed, and fixedly looked at the Soviet Union: "Is it deflated?"

Su Luo was proud to carry a slender and white neck and shook his head firmly: "No."

Nangong two less white hands, elegant and somewhat distressed Emei heart: "What should I do?"

Sue sneered: "Let's go! I won't go back with you!"

After saying this, Su Luo felt a dizzy whirl.

Her mental strength was too serious, and now she has only recovered a bit. The conversation has already consumed her mental strength.

After all, confrontation with Nangong Liuyun is a very labor-intensive thing.

Su Luo is unsteady because of dizziness, how can she keep gazing at her Nangong Liuyun?

His face flashed a distressed heart, and the movement was lightning-fast. When he was just a glimpse of Su Luo, he hugged her body firmly. The two noses collided, and the four eyes were opposite each other.

Nangong Liuyun three thousand green silk 翩 出 dust, a jin robes are flying, noble and elegant.

The skin of the skin is as fine as the porcelain, and the skin is beautiful and beautiful.

The sky is a pale pink cherry blossom, but it’s down.

He hugged her, and the two men looked at each other, and the time seemed to be still at this moment.

This moment's picture is like a delicate and elegant ink painting, which is magnificent and beautiful.

Su Luo was also immersed in such an artistic conception, and there was a moment of loss of consciousness, but she soon returned to God. She immediately pushed the Nangong Liuyun with a force: "You give me away! Don't touch me!"

Looking at the cherry blossoms in front of you, what I think of in the mind is the red and bright purple rose flower.

The purple rose flower appears as a nightmare in the life and spiritual world of the Soviet Union, leaving her world with a horrible haze.

Nangong Liuyun saw her crumbling, her face was pale, and she was flashed with a touch of pity. The hand holding the Soviet Union was not loose. He squinted and his voice was cold: "Don't mess around."

"I don't have a mess."

"Can't you have a blue rope?" Nangong Liuyun's eyes are cold and shallow, and his voice is cold and pressing.

Su Luo looked at him with a puzzled look: "How do you know about Kalan's sorrow?"

Nangong Liu Yun looked at him faintly: "Do you think something can beat me?"

Su Luo: "You send someone to check me!"

Nangong Liuyun’s eyes are sharp and deep, and hegemony is exposed: “Do you think I will let you go out with other men but do not check anything?”

This is a natural hegemonic attitude. Su Luo was almost angry with her anger. She couldn’t help but sneer: "Nangong is two, we have nothing to do with it. What qualifications do you have to be confident in your possessiveness? Don’t you think this is ridiculous? ?"