Unscrupulous Enchantress: The Young Miss Has Arrived!

Lu Yiqian, who left the stadium, did not know how many people are discussing her name now. How many forces hope to earn her income!

At the center of the topic, she was being thrown into the arms by the **** of death, and she came to a place where the spring was clear.

The breeze is faint, the spring is ringing, the turf is green and soft, it is more suitable... Wait, she pushes the head of the **** of death.

"Master, we haven't been there for a long time..." The **** of death looked at her innocently, his eyes screaming, though with a cloak, but when she started, she could see his face from the cloak.

Long time no? Lu Hao has a little bit of his chest: "It is only one day, obviously only one day."

Death is happy to grab her hand: "Does the owner think too?"

Lu Yiqian is speechless. This powerful understanding is where it comes from, and where does it come from?

Also, the sudden death of death is like that?

Lu Yiqian pulled his handsome face: "Now is not the night!"

The suspicious red face of the **** of death: "I... I think every moment..."

Lu Hao is not going to face, death, you can really be euphemistic.

The neck was caught by the wet tongue, little by little, with a little itching.

"It will be seen!" This is the day, it is the wild!

"There is... there is enchantment..." The voice of the **** of death is vague and the tongue is more diligent.

Lu Yiqian is still very speechless, and he is still fighting in the blood. Why do you want to play XXOO here now? Why?

Ok, though not annoying.

The war that has not been extinguished is so savage that it becomes another kind of flame.

Lu Yiqian will push the death slightly, the intention is to push him into the pool behind him.

But the **** of death is motionless and rock-solid.

The training failed, she was dissatisfied: "I push you, you should pour it backwards, hey, pour it into the pool."

The **** of death fixedly looked at Lu Qianqian. He did not understand it. He was so happy when he kissed him. Why did he have to fall into the pool?

The innocent eyes, the face of the supreme spring, let Lu Yiqian feel that he is really not a good person, simply smile and seduce, "Let you kiss, then you have to obey."

The **** of death bit his lip and leaned back, slamming into the water.

Lu Hao never thought that he would stay so badly, could not help but laugh, such a death, really staying and cute, people want to bully.

I laughed for a while, I wanted to see the beautiful man out of the water map, but there is his shadow in the water.

Even if she is calm, she can't help but panic. She is used to his existence and never thought about how he would leave him.

Already used to his power, it seems that he has not considered whether he will swim.

What if he can't swim?

"You... where are you?" I never noticed that there was trembling in the shouts.

Of course, there is no answer.

Does he really not water?

I can't imagine it, jump into the water.

The water is very deep, cold and cold!

Looking for a while, I didn't notice his shadow, fear, and suddenly caught her heart, is it...

Do not!

She plunged into the water, the bottom of the water did not bottom, but there was no him everywhere, tears, slipped and fell, and pooled with the pool, no, no, impossible!

But in case...

"Master, what's the matter with you?" Suddenly, a broad embrace embraced her and sent her to the shore.

The **** of death looked at the person in front of her eyes, staring at the panic that she had never had before, groaning and heartbroken.

Busy and comforted, hooked his tongue, and licked the tears in her eyes: "Master, master..."

"Where have you been?" At this moment, Lu Qianqian knew that she loved him.

"I saw this underwater... I thought the master would like it." The **** of death squeezed a brilliant diamond in his hand, and his head was low, and he apologized first: "I'm sorry."

No matter what the reason, he thought, the owner is sad, sad, this is his fault. It was he who left his master with tears, so hot and precious things, so sad, let him feel helpless, let him feel bad, and even let him have some kind of hatred for himself. He will not forgive anyone who makes his master cry. He will not let anyone who makes his master uncomfortable. But at this time... this is the tear that caused the owner to be him, it is him!

The tears of the owner, his heart hurts!

Hooking at the tears of the owner, he said with a low voice: "I'm sorry, sorry, sorry..."

Like the most devout man in the world, he said the humblest words to the beloved.

Ah, Death is such a unique man. He is not someone else. He is just a man who is happy and happy, sad and sad, and blamed for his grief. He is not the Lord of Death... and he can because of her. , hurry up to the dust.

Therefore, what is the identity, breaking, can not be hindered!

The only thing that can kill him is that Lu Haoqian does not want him and abandons him!

Lu Yuqian stopped his tears and sent him a weak smile: "You are not there, I am worried... fool, what to do, I am in love with you."

At that moment, she realized that she fell in love with him.

Different from the white, the admiration, the desire, the admiration, the woven love is a kind of fresh, bit by bit trivial love, or earlier, due to the marriage of the contract It has already begun, or the fate of life and death on that day, he put his heart into her body and it is... she loves him.

The **** of death has become dull. The huge ecstasy instantly drowned him. Before the master just said to him, he asked Hong Jin, what is like, what is love, and Hong Jin said that he likes to be lighter than love, indicating no. I hate him, but love is deep and deep, and things that can't be said. He asked the undead in the **** of death, what is like, what is love, the answer is even more strange, he asked more people... but there was no such thing as profoundly understanding what love is, the kind of incitement, It's almost going to go into every detail, every one. He wants to hug his master, he wants to fly around Daewoo, he thinks... The heart is like a volcanic eruption magma, all kinds of ideas flashed one by one, but in the end, with only that ecstasy, the head is buried in the owner's Neck: "Master, I am sorry..." Yes, he can't forgive his own negligence to bring damage to his master. Like that crying face, he can see that his heart is tangled, and he doesn't want to come back for the second time. He, and carry out this kind of injury.