MTL - Unbelievable Ninth Young Miss: Emperor, Don’t Run Away! (The Yun Family's Ninth Child is an Imp!)-Chapter 7 Xiaobai face, I am not standing with you.
Chapter 7 Xiaobai face, I am not standing with you.
It’s hard to control the heart of the wild!
Mommy! Grandma is a person! It is a person! Not herbal medicine!
Refining? Refining your grandmother's legs!
Mommy! It’s just that you can’t beat you, otherwise you have to take your 10,000 peach blossoms!
At the beginning of the cloud, I sweared a few words in my heart. This is a pitiful saying: "Men, you see that I am so dark, and there are internal organs, what, this is definitely hard to see." Very disgusting! You must be difficult to swallow, right?"
Emperor Beibei really frowned, and looked at the cloud and looked at it at a glance: "There is no way, the exquisite Cabernet Sauvignon is very rare, and it is not a big mouthful, and the deity can bear it."
The little man in the heart of the early days of the cloud had already killed the emperor in the north, and the mother, the old lady was dead, and she still dismissed it! I just can't beat you, otherwise I will kill you!
What should I do if the head of the cloud is running fast? It seems that the broken fruit is very important to this little white face. I knew that she would not eat it. The taste is not good at all. It is not as good as radish!
Emperor Beibei raised his hand again. Although this little black thing does not mean some autumn, it is still important to suppress the cold poison in the body.
At the beginning of the cloud, I felt that the shadow of death enveloped myself. What she hated most was the feeling of this kind of fish. She must become stronger and must become stronger!
The more dangerous, the calmer the cloud, the faster the brain, and suddenly, she bit his index finger.
"Male god! Blood! My blood must also detoxify! You **** my blood! The effect is definitely better than the remedy!"
In a hurry, Yunchu 玖 simply put his fingers directly into the mouth of the emperor.
The smell of the blood in the beginning of the cloud has a strong appeal to the emperor, and the emperor squats down.
In the dark, those people are watching each other with eagerness, respect, your cleansing?
Respect, what about your exercise?
Say good to shoot the black skull with a palm, used to refine the medicine?
Let the black **** hold his thigh and cry for a long time, but actually, there are still people's fingers?
At the beginning of the cloud, the face is gray, relying on! Is this little white face a vampire? Actually sucked so much, still not swear! Does the old lady want to die and die? !
Finally, Emperor Bei’s heart relaxed and relaxed, but I didn’t expect that the blood of this black thing would be better than the refining of the red apple. If you take it once in a while, you should be able to remove the cold poison in your body.
Emperor Beibei now looks at the beginning of the cloud is very pleasing to the eye, he thought of countless ways, did not completely remove the cold poison in the body, did not expect to have unexpected gains in this Qingxuan mainland.
"Black things, you are very good, what reward do you want?"
At the beginning of the cloud, I looked at the slightly upturned corner of Emperor Beibei, and my heart was alert, and there was nothing to be diligent, and it was a thief! Why did this little white face suddenly change attitude?
"Men, male god, this is what I should do. I don't want any rewards." Yun began to suffocate, and he squeezed a reddish cheek on his dark cheeks.
Emperor Beibei looked at the first look of the admiration of the cloud, and his heart faintly raised a little contentment. It seems that this black thing did not lie to him, she really fell in love with the deity!
Although the deity can't like such a black thing, but looking at her such vision, she can help her.
"Come here!" Emperor Beibei looked at the cloud and glanced at it.
Although Yunchu’s heart was suspicious, it was still in front of the emperor’s beggar: “Male god, what is the order?”
Emperor Beibei's palm was shot on the front chest of the cloud, and there was only one thought in the mind before the cloud: Mom! Little white face, I am not in the same position with you! I can't spare you from being a ghost!
(End of this chapter)
