Thousand Face Demonic Concubine

Leng Yichen's eyes faintly fell on the people not far away, and his eyes were almost blind. Sure enough, he was not disappointed. Where did the four musicians in his Changle Square have her level?

Lou Qingwu stopped, ten fingers lifted, the sound fell off.

Leng Yichen had not spoken, but heard a clear voice from outside the painting: "Hahahaha, I didn't expect that there were people who could shoot more than three points than Yueji girl, it is really impressive, can you invite the girl to show up? "

Leng Yichen frowned, and looked at Lou Qingwu. She opened her eyelids and glanced out of the painting, and there was light passing under her eyes.

There was no sound in their paintings, apparently they refused. Unexpectedly, the man did not give up, suddenly the bamboo curtain of the painting was provoked, and a figure fell into the painting at the same time, and a purple robe was shot, and it was evil and romantic, and his eyes were soft, and his face was particularly feminine. Gives a sense of charm.

It was just that the other side's eyes were clearly disappointed when they fell on the floor sitting in front of the piano stand and danced lightly.

"Well, it was a beautiful girl. I didn't expect to be a man. It's a pity that this wonderful sound of the piano is a pity." I thought I could make a good story, but since he is a man, he can only admit it. .

After speaking, leave.

He just turned around and saw something flying directly towards him. The man hid sideways, and the thing flew directly into the wall of the painting, nailed to it, and it was a wine glass.

The man's face changed, and his eyes turned cold. "What do you mean?"

"If you have the courage to break into my paintings, do you still ask me what you mean?" Leng Yichen's face was extremely cold. The man just said it was a joke. If she wore a woman's dress today, would he not take advantage of him? ? His cold Yichen's temper is not good, but he is short of protection! Ren Han's sharp eyes flickered, he stood up, looked at the man coldly, "Apologize!"

The man narrowed his eyes and Feng Qing's eyes were clear, but he was uninhibited. "What if I don't?"

"Then leave something as a souvenir." The tiger didn't show his strength, and he really thought that his third child was foolish? !!

"My son!"

"The owner!"

As soon as Leng Yichen's words came to an end, two people and horses flew into the paintings immediately, and the paintings, which were originally wide, immediately became crowded.

Lou Qingwu picked beautiful eyes, came out for a drink, did something really happen?

His eyes fell casually on an unknown man, especially his phoenix eyes. For some reason, I always felt familiar. Did he meet this person in previous lives? It's impossible, if you've seen it, you can't forget it. His eyes were lowered, covering the cold light that passed by his eyes, sharp and cold. However, when his eyes fell on the opponent's hands, he stood up and walked in front of Leng Yichen, lowering his voice: "Those people are not weak and will suffer."

They just came out to play and didn't take a few people.

But the other party is different, just a glance just now, there are people who this person even lurks underwater.

I am afraid that this person's identity is unusual.

"But that's it?" Leng Yichen raised his eyes, which is not like her.

Lou Qingwu didn't say anything, but he smiled at Leng Yichen with his back to the other side. How could that be?

Leng Yichen narrowed his eyes and suddenly thought of something. Enron sat down, shrugged, and waved his hand, and the followers he brought back immediately, uniform and sharp.

The opposite man also realized that the other party might not be easy to mess with, his face was frozen for three minutes, but he didn't take it seriously, but after seeing the follower retreating, he set his sight on Lou Qingwu, looked a few more, and touched After touching the chin, it looks really good, but unfortunately it is a man. If it is a beauty, take it home, and don't make him come to Dongyu country in vain.

Lou Qingwu didn't seem to see each other's eyes. "When you meet, you are destined. What is your name?"

There was a flash of interest in the eyes of a man, but it was interesting, but it was much more interesting than the cold face over there. He waved his hand and let his men step down, and then he drew a pair of phoenixes, smiling with a smile: "Xiao Mu White."

"It turned out to be Xiao Gongzi, disrespectful."

"It was only we who took the liberty, but the son's skill in the piano is very good, but it's even more intrusive than the Yueji girl in Changlefang," after finishing speaking, he actually glanced directly and shouted outside the painting, "Yue Girl Ji, do you mean? "

Leng Yichen and Lou Qingwu stared at each other, and Yueji was here too?

Sure enough, as soon as the man's voice fell, he saw a painting frame leaning closer, and then a slender figure came over, and saw Lou Qingwu and Leng Yichen, his eyes converged, and he saluted: "Two sons Wanfu, slave family ... Yueji. "

Lou Qingwu's eyes and eyes: "Girl Yueji."

Leng Yichen hummed a nasal sound and did not speak.

Yueji then turned to look at the man, "Gong Xiao, why did you listen to the slave's play and listened to it and ran here?"

"Isn't this better?" Seeing Yueji's grievance look, she immediately stepped forward and squeezed her small face, "Yueji's is also nice!"

The man was dazzled by Yue Ji's gaze-like little eyes, and the beauty of Xiliang Kingdom was beautiful. He couldn't help catching Yue Ji's waist limbs, and his palms saw the thin caps on his waist. Lou Qingwu narrowed her eyes, turned suddenly, picked up two glasses of wine, and walked back to the man. "Since it is already known, Xiao Gong can give face?"

"Of course this is for you!"

The man was happy, and when he came to drink it, he was stopped by a black man who suddenly came out of nowhere, then probed with a silver needle, sniffed carefully, checked for a while, and then let the man continue drinking.

The man seemed to get used to each other's movements, and did not explain it with Lou Qingwu. He drank it all and dunked the wine glass towards Lou Qingwu.

Lou Qingwu also drank.

The man then left with Yueyue left. Yueyue turned out and turned to look at the two more.

When the painting was restored to calmness, Lou Qingwu slowly walked back to the table, and took another glass of wine for himself. Leng Yichen brought the wine from her hand and continued to face paralysis. "

"It's just a minor injury, sake doesn't matter."

"You poisoned him?"

"natural."

"But he didn't check it out."

Lou Qingwu looked up at him, "Do you think the poison I made, ordinary people can see?"

"It's the same, but I'm curious. What poison did you give him?"

"The most beautiful scenery ..." Lou Qingwu changed a cup and poured a cup of tea, grinning at the corners of his mouth, a secret light flashed under his eyes, and he cracked the glass in his hand. Back cold.

And that night, when a son named Xiao, who was holding his servant in the middle of Beijing's largest inn, was going to be turned red, but found that he didn't lift it, a feminine and handsome face turned black into charcoal.