MTL - Unscrupulous Enchantress: The Young Miss Has Arrived!-Chapter 757

But no matter how grand the scene is, it is not as good as the white one in it!

White across the vertices can no longer be measured by common sense!

Lu Yiqian couldn't tell what he felt. His man's performance far exceeded her expectations. She admired him, liked him, respected him, and loved him more. This love is a love for friends, teachers, and lovers. . She may not know the man until now, and she has not had time to participate in the long time that has passed, but in the future, she will understand him and love him as if he is to himself. Like the love, the two are like a duck.

Many times she is thinking, in the end, white loves her own point, think about it and think about it.

And he loves white, but it is almost certain. Inevitably, from the time he is the leader of the dragon team, to each day after he is with him, one of his eyes, one action, is a tender note, this alone The feelings that only show yourself can't be loved, and are destined to fall in love!

From the very beginning, I had a strong contract with myself. Perhaps it was such a superb white, and perhaps I saw a weak part of her temper, and preemptively set such an unchangeable contract.

Now she is chasing the white figure and finally understands.

Perhaps the reason and way that men love women and women love men is different.

Suddenly the hand was pinched down and quickly opened, and Lu Qiang looked to death.

"He is getting stronger..." The **** of death looked at Lu Yuqian with pity, and there was a feeling that the puppy that was about to be thrown looked at the owner.

In the thought of the child of death, he is qualified to wait for his master, because he is the strongest among all, or the strongest between heaven and earth, he defeated white 100,000 years ago, although there is a lucky component, indeed Or he is a little stronger, but now the feeling of giving him white, but the two are not divided.

So he is somewhat lost.

But this loss is not due to the fact that someone on the strength catches up, but is afraid that the owner will smother his position.

He is infinitely powerful, but he loves to be humble, and he has lowered himself to the dust. As long as Lu Yiqian gently lifts his foot, he can easily trample it.

The reasons and ways of loving women between men are also different.

Lu Hao can't help but smile, this **** of death, hey, it's cute, it's not an object. If you see it better, it's not too good. She swears: "You want to leave me alone?"

How is it possible to be scared of death? ! He can't wait to stick to his master like three or six days, and he doesn't see enough at all times. He doesn't have enough love. How can he abandon it? It is said that separation is also a sin: "No, no!"

"Then, in your heart, I really didn't love me at all?" Lu Hao said with a smile, temporarily removed his attention from the white body. She knew that she had to deal with this matter skillfully. If death makes a scar in the mind, then Too bad.

The face of Death is red and red. Every time the owner says "love" and "likes", he will feel a sense of horror in his heart. He is subtly different from the master who gently calls him "death". Of course, he is close to the owner. Time is very different, but they always have a common feature, that is, every time they can make waves in his heart.

He naturally wouldn't care about other people's words, but when the owner asked this question, the men turned their heads and looked at him. This made him a little more... Sorry.

"Love!" But the words have been blurted out, my heart is shouting, I love very much, how much, how much love? ......I wish the universe is destroyed, the earth is old, the heart is still beating, telling his love!

Lu Yiqian moved, she asked warmly: "If I get ugly one day, get old, become dull, become stupid, if I have nothing all day, will you still love me?"

"Love!" is not hesitant, but he is sincere. He loves the master, not because of his appearance, but also because of his strength. If the master really has one day, he will change, concentric, and synchronize!

Lu Yiqian gently smiled, according to the heart of death: "I am the same as you."

The **** of death instantly surprised his eyes, his heart was calm, his heart was set, he was full of sweetness, his mood was flying, the beauty of his face was extremely bright, and his smile was beautiful.

"Master, I will protect you!" he solemnly said, as if he was aware of something.

Double as the moon looks at it, the more it looks, the less it tastes, and the heart keeps on diarrhea. This death **** does not know how many years ago the abnormal belly black guy, actually at this moment, the look of innocent and harmless, really, his heart Some slightly agree, maybe he looks real in front of the woman, but looking at it is amazement, what is the difference between the lion and the white sapphire necklace? Despise, incomparable contempt! Oh, very awkward! I want him to be in the wind, think that he is evil and beautiful, and think that he is a pear, and he is, at least, he is a Creator. Why is this woman not so sweet about him, gentle and sweet?

Is it... he needs to emulate the **** of death?

"Lord, Lord, Lord..." Can not be exported, although the contract was signed, but it is not dead or killed. How is the **** of death so smooth? He took a deep breath, his tone was as soft as possible, his tone was as slow as possible, and he needed the kind of pitiful effect, but the exit was: "Woman, you can't die, there is a man!" Hard, iron plate.

"Hey." The first smile from the mirror, it is called a squid, charming, romantic, he winks like a silk, eyes waved: "Hey, hey, little thousand, the Lord will protect you." Serious eyes, but hidden in the flattery.

"Hey, are you thick and resistant, do you need our protection?!" The season is screaming and raising his fists. I don't know if it is anger, anger, acidity, or vinegar: "But always you are covered by me!"

The rest of the men are either gentle and relative, the original intention is not changed, or the words are not words, the feelings are deep, or the cold is right, the hidden feelings, the rapids.

Suzaku said the truth: "There is a vinegar flavor, but it is very sweet, sour and sweet."

All men are jealous, then look at the sky, or blush.

"Touch!" Xuanwu a jade flute hit: "Do not eat, sleep, do not talk, watch the fight do not talk nonsense."