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

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Su Luo looked up from the side and looked at the Nangong Liuyun. He used to be expressionless and did not see any emotion from his face.

"Actually, have you seen it?" asked Su Shi weakly.

She is also very depressed, obviously she is forced, but there is a feeling that the red apricot is caught by the wall.

Nangong Liuyun took a look at the Soviet Union and sighed: "Sue."

"Well?" Su Luo immediately got serious.

Nangong Liuyun always shouted that she fell or fell to the head, almost did not call her down, so seriously shouted her, Su Luo suddenly nervous.

Nangong Liuyun turned his head and looked at her very seriously: "I can allow him to see you for the last time, but do you have to remind me again and again?"

Su Luo: "... understand."

Nangong Liuyun stretched out his big hand and slammed his head: "Stupid."

Do they have even a little bit of trust?

The appearance of the cold seven did not really affect the Nangong Liuyun?

However, it is not.

Only now that Nangong Liuyun has restrained emotions, he knows what is most important to him.

Is it necessary to be self-defeating and let people be shackled?

The scheme of Cold Seven may be useful to others, but the impact on Nangong Liuyun and Sulu, which are deeply trusted by each other, is not significant.

At this time the sun has gone down and the dinner is about to begin.

Left Garden, Zhongyuan, Right Garden, the people of these three gardens gathered in the largest feast living room of the Longfeng people.

The real engagement is only now.

The precious red carpet has been extended from the outside avenue into the banqueting living room.

On both sides of the road, there are people standing at the end of the road. Nangong Liuyun and Mrs. Nangong are standing together and laughing.

Everyone smiled and watched the pair of monks coming together.

The ground is covered with pale pink peach petals.

In the sky, Qionghua is sprinkling, like a fairyland.

That high and low figure.

A white robes, a red skirt swaying.

Join hands with each other and ten fingers.

That gentle bow.

That looked up and admired.

Looking at each other with a smile, it’s just awkward!

Nangong Yiyi stood in the crowd and looked at the immortal monks. I was moved and cried: "It’s so beautiful, so beautiful, so touching... I’m crying...”

The Chu family and the young girl stood in the middle of the palace. At this moment, she put her hands together in front of her, and she seemed to be praying.

A little girl next to her asked her: "What is Chu Xiaomei doing?"

"I am praying." The little girl smiled particularly sweetly: "I am always in this moment of prayer time."

"My sister Sue is really beautiful... How can it be so beautiful?"

"My sister Sue is the most beautiful and beautiful in the world, no one can compare!"

"My sister Sue..."

This group of small radishes are not excited!

The fans of Su Luo have the name of screw powder, but later Chu Xiaomei suspected that the name was too vulgar, so they gave them a small radish.

"Right, have you heard that? Ning's Ning San lived?" Zhu Yijun on the side pulled Miao Yuyue to whisper.

Miao Yuyue glanced around and saw no one paying attention to them. He lowered his voice and said, "This is a rumor."

Zhu Xijun gritted his teeth: "But this is a hole in the wind, there may not be no cause. The outside is passing on Ning San. You said, will this wedding banquet have an accident?"

Miao Haoyue shook his head: "Do not worry, where is this? Dragon and Phoenix, how can the situation be out? Right, do you want it to happen, or do you want it to happen?"