MTL - The Return of the Noble Abandoned Consort-~ [Fanwai 82] meaning chaos (two more)

When the meditation listened to the sea, there was no surprise on the surface, as if it was expected.

The sea emptiness is not stupid, and it has been meditation for so long. It should be known that it should be known. If you combine the actions of Shenzun today, it is not difficult to guess that the things that Yunfu was framed in the past were from God. Respected handwriting.

Why is this so?

God's respect for such a generous stream of people, even made such a despicable thing?

Don't say that the sea sky is foggy, and some of the meditations don't understand. The gods in memory are highly respected, gentle and courteous. It is a gentleman. Which layer is expected to insert a knife into Yunfu?

Haikongzidao: "Shenjun, this thing..."

The meditation said: "There is nothing in this matter. The debt is not overwhelming. The hatred of God and God is not bad. The people of the gods all think that the king of God is printed on my hands, even if there is no reward for this time. They will also try to take me with all their strength. This dirty water is for me, but it is a scoop in the sea."

Of course, for the Beihai that the **** is black, it is a bit uncomfortable, but this kind of uncomfortable knows well, there is no need to say that the chaos of everyone.

Earlier, I was still skeptical that I had misplaced the treasure of the sea. This moment was very grateful for the original decision. No matter what the time was, it would be enough to make a great cause.

Haikongzi said with emotion: "The **** can think so well, and the gods can't wait to pour a pot of dirty water for you. One is to back the pot for the North Sea gods; the second is to anger the gods, we are now The strength is not enough, it is really not good to be fooled."

The meditation said: "I have this intention, you don't have to take care of it."

At this point, Haikongzi should have retired, but he did not move. He looked at the meditation and hesitated and said: "Shenjun, I still have one thing."

"You said."

Haikongzidao: "I didn't know that it was a private grievance. I can only return the gods and seals to the gods and Yunfu. But now, God respects the sins of the North Sea gods to your head, and in the future, you will surrender the gods. Wang Yin can't be good either. I am thinking, instead of sitting still waiting for it, it is better to recruit troops and consolidate your power."

The meditation nodded and changed a key: "The warehouse is in the other courtyard of the east, and the jewels are all inside. What do you need, just take it."

Haikongzi took the key and took Hu Sihai and the strong man, and went out of the night.

Such a fight, meditating is not a good topic to continue, so he said to the cloud: "You will rest early, I will come to see you tomorrow."

After all, he got up and went to the door.

He crossed the threshold with one foot, and the silent cloud behind him suddenly opened his mouth. His tone was a bit ridiculous and joking: "Your sweetheart is being sentenced to death. Are you sure you will not save her?"

The meditation stopped and turned to look at the clouds: "I and Selangor are not the kind of relationship you think."

Yunxiao faintly hooked the lips and corners: "Is it? It seems that you don't remember 20,000 years ago in Zongtang, asking several ethnic groups to promise you something to do with Xuelanyi."

The brow was suspiciously frowned.

Yunxiao sneered: "What did you say at the beginning? This life is not her, I would rather not take the position of Yunfu Shenjun, but also double-fly with her, oh, I also have a deep affection for you."

The tone of meditation fades: "Auntie, rice can be eaten indiscriminately, and words can't be said."

Yunxiao didn’t seem to listen to what he said at all. He smiled and looked at him: “You don’t want to know why you don’t remember?”

Mind correction color: "I don't remember, I have never done it."

Yunxiao looked sarcastically: "Oh, your mouth is yours, what do you say?"

It was simply impossible to communicate. The meditation looked at the clouds deeply. This was not his brother. He had already kicked him out.

Waiting for it, Meditation worried that he couldn't help but slap his tail and slap it. He waved his long sleeves, his hands fell behind him, and strode out.

When he returned to his room, no accident, Qiao Weiwei was also, but she became a petite little ice lotus.

Xiao Binglian grabbed the blue mirror and kissed him on the mirror.

Looking at Xiao Binglian, the mood suddenly changed.

Meditation and forbearance can not help but smack the lips and walked silently.

But when the meditation saw the little Bing Lianlian being kissed, the smile froze again.

This is a picture that once appeared in the light curtain. In a white dress, he took a five- or six-year-old boy to play the temple of the gods. The little boy looks like him. It should be the aunt, this small Lotus did not kiss him, but instead slobbed all the saliva on the face of the aunt.

The face of the **** lord instantly darkened.

The blue sky mirror felt the powerful murderousness of the other side, and closed the picture, and the place was dead.

Well?

Gone.

Xiao Binglian shook the blue mirror.

The meditation took the mirror and one still went into the cupboard.

Xiao Binglian was angry and glanced at him with a sigh of relief. He turned his back and ignored him.

The meditation explored the fingertips of the jade, and poked her little flower buds.

Humph!

Xiao Binglian protested and twisted the rounded body.

Suddenly thought of something, the meditation made a bad call: "Golden King of the King."

Xiao Binglian instantly fried hair, everyone, people are not King Kong Tyrannosaurus! It’s a little ice lotus!

The meditation is silent and the shoulders are shaking.

The small ice lotus singer turned into a human form, and the green scorpion also had a hint of tenderness and red face, and the scorpion got a big bell, so I couldn’t wait for the meditation to die!

The meditation can't be laughed at. I lifted my hand and squeezed her smooth chin. This is a random movement. Just like pinching the clouds, if you can pinch it up, the atmosphere will change.

Under her fingertips is her delicate skin, the skin is cold, and his fingertips start to get hot.

Qiao Weiwei glared at him fiercely, and the red lips were squeaky, full of temptation.

The moonlight came in coolly, and she fell into the scorpion of her pair of clear springs. She was still the boss, and the sparkling eyes of the eyes drunk the hearts of the people.

The meditation grips her chin's hand and slowly moves to her cheek. Then, her slender fingertips insert her soft hair, clasping her back of the head and gently kissing her soft lips.

Qiao Weiwei was shocked.

The man's breath and fragrance, which belonged to him alone, came over in an instant.

His breathing is hot and his lips are warm.

Qiao Weiwei's eyes moved, and couldn't help but stretch out the tip of his tongue.

This embarrassment can be regarded as completely ignoring someone’s evil fire.

It was just a lip that was quietly attached together, like a fire, and he was heavy.

He raised his hand and covered her eyes, and then his tongue tipped gently, opening her teeth and deepening each other's kisses.

All the breath was taken away, and the little heart jumped and thumped.

Qiao Weiwei felt that she was going to faint.

He loosened her lips that had been kissed and swollen, and gasped and said, "Ventilator."

Qiao Weiwei used a mana to change the air in the house.

Meditation: "..."

Meditation: "I said you."

Qiao Weiwei’s little face is red: “Do I have to change it?”

Meditation is almost ruined!

"……"do not care.

The meditation once again covered her lips, this time, a little bit of gentle temptation, as if he was overbearing as if to swallow her.

Qiao Weiwei’s lips are numb.

"Don't kiss, don't kiss!"

I want to run like this? late.

The meditation held her a turn, both fell on the soft bed, he pressed her vainly, arms around her side, looking at her in the deep light, the forehead oozing fine sweat, breathing Rapid and heavy.

Qiao Weiwei has never looked so hot, and stared at him.

The clear, unmistakable eyes make it difficult to look at.

He took out a silk slap, blindfolded her eyes, touched her red, swollen lips, and soon came to her white jade earlobe.

He contained her delicate little earlobe and felt her body twitching gently. He seemed to be greatly encouraged. The big palm clasped her unbearable waist. She pressed closely with him. It is.

This feeling is strange, but not annoying.

"Small repair, are you going to do that with me?" Qiao Weiwei asked.

The meditation looked up and looked at her tenderly: "Do you want it?"

Qiao Weiwei thought for a moment: "Think!"

Meditation takes a deep breath and looks at the desire to hide in the lower abdomen, forcing the power of the gods, reversing the meridians, and pressing the evil fire: "It is not yet time."

Qiao Weiwei was disappointed: "Oh."

The meditation lay down on her side, holding her from behind, and putting her whole body in her arms: "The most beautiful things, to stay on the best days."

Qiao Weiwei turned his back to him and could only stare at the wall: "What is the best day?"

The meditation clenched her arm tightly and said softly: "When the gold medal title is given, the cave room is a candlelit night."

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Huh? The monthly ticket red envelope has not been received yet?