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

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“Can you imagine a tree that could grow into a towering sky, staying in the seedling stage forever?! Do you know that he grows up and can be called the king in the gods?! Such a peerless seedling, almost by you Tossing is dead! Do you know how much sin you have committed?!"

The old elders of the sacred elders were detached, and the ancient wells had no waves, and the mood was not obvious.

However, when it comes to Nangong Liuyun, the old predecessor who has already been flustered in his heart, almost mad at the South Palace Mo Yuan!

Nangong Moyuan's head is lower.

"What are you doing down? Say!" The elders of the dead screamed at the South Palace Mo Yuan.

Nangong Mo Yuan smiled bitterly. He did not expect that the elders of the elders would send such a big temper, but in the face of his sharp and sharp eyes, Nangong Mo Yuan still silently said things.

"The Sioux retired?" The elders of the dry elders were half-hearted and gnashing their teeth. "Let the small stream cloud fall into a deep dilemma and almost ruin his own cultivation. Is that the little girl named Su Luo?"

Nangong Mo Yuanton feels bad!

Sure enough, the next second -

The old elders waved their hands: "In this case, the retreat is!"

"The Holy Elder!" Nangong Mo Yuan almost gave it!

He came down to ask how Nangong Liuyun can go out and save the marriage in person. The meaning of the elders... is actually a retirement? !

The elders of the dry sneer sneered: "One word of love, elusive, harmless, almost let the small stream cloud ruin the future of life, both, or throw clean as well!"

Nangong Mo Yuan is full of cold sweat on his forehead.

The elders of the dead have stayed in the ancestral home for almost a lifetime. They have not experienced the sweet sorrow of ****. Naturally, there is no wave of arrogance. If you can throw it away, how can you be hurt like this?

However, Nangong Mo Yuan did not dare to say to the elders of the dry, if he said, he dared to guarantee that he would not be able to leave the ancestral land today.

This matter, Nangong Liuyun must know.

Therefore, Nangong Mo Yuan weakly asked: "When is the cloud... When can I get out?"

The head of the dry saints took a look at Nangong Moyuan: "It’s a natural way to get out."

"That... what is the realm of repairing, is it counted?" Nangong Mo Yuan weakly asked.

The elders of the dead said a word.

Nangong Moyuan's face is white: "This! How is this possible?!"

Nangong Mo Yuan knew that the elders of the dry elders demanded high, but did not know that his requirements were as high.

The elders of the dead did not breathe a sigh of Nangong Mo Yuan, despising him: "Forget it, like your talent is dull, naturally can't imagine."

Nangong Mo Yuan wanted to cry, hey, and he was despised by the elders of the dead.

"That... how long does it take?" Nangong Moyuan sighed.

The Sioux side only gave it a year!

"Is there something?" The dry saints frowned.

"No, nothing..."

"Oh, then you can go." The elders of the dead turned to face the South Palace Mo Yuan.

Nangong Mo Yuan showed the color of smile, but still daringly asked: "So... can I see the clouds?"

The elders of the dead taunted the face: "Oh."

Nangong Moyuan was hurt in his heart, but he still asked his chest: "So... can I leave a letter?"

The old elders are cold and indifferent: "Is there a difference?"

Nangong Mo Yuan thought, and right, with the spleen growing up, naturally do not want other things to disturb the flow of clouds to practice, so even if you leave a letter, it will only be shown to him when he leaves the customs.