v2 Chapter 200： Wang Ye Wanfu (30) (1/2)
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Palace feast.
Yan Gui and the first kite entered the palace. Since the Lushan, the kite can hear some news about Cheng Hao.
But this is the first time I saw Cheng Hao after the first kite.
Cheng Hao is also richer than before, but it is not ugly, but has another style.
She is still the most favored emperor of the emperor.
The emperor became more and more addicted to the technique of longevity. The ministers sighed and sighed, and they were desperate to persuade them. Unfortunately, the emperor still insisted on seeking longevity.
He is an emperor who wants to live forever!
Cheng Hao did not show anything to the sight of the first kite, and he quickly removed his sight.
The smile is calm and graceful.
The kite supported the chin and looked at the lively palace feast indifferently.
”I am going out.” Yan returned to her ear and whispered.
”Ok?”
Yan returned to whisper and said urgently.
”I am with you.”
”No.” Yan returned to the tip of the ear slightly red.
The first time the kite nodded, and Yan returned to the hall. He had just left, and the first kite got up and followed.
Still not assured.
In this palace, but people do not spit bones!
What should a good person card be bullied?
Good guy card is so weak!
It was not far from the beginning of the kite, and the light was swept to a shadow.
The black shadow flashed past, and it seemed that there was still a person in his body. The first kite touched the chin and squinted, and followed the direction of the shadow.
The palace is full of rockeries, and the kite walks over the trails of the rockery.
I didn't see anyone, but I saw someone on the snow.
The first kite walked into the hustle and bustle.
This is... Rong *** **** After that, Rong Wang’s psychological shadow is not small, he has been raising a disease, and the palace banquet has not participated. How can it be here?
The first kite explored his breath...
Hey!
died!
Wouldn't it be a good guy to do it?
The first kite turned over Rong Wang, and his abdomen was smashed with a knife, blood was flowing, and the weapon was still inserted.
The first sight of the kite fell to the palm of Rong Wang.
There is something in my hand.
The first kite pulls things out, it’s a finger, this stuff...
The cold scorpion of the first zither slammed down slightly, and put the fingers off, cleared the blood on the snow, and left with Rong Wang.
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When the kite returned, Yan returned to the temple and looked around.
”Where have you been?” Yan returned to the cold wind.
The first singer took care of his cloak, the white cloak, and the Yan dynasty was even more white, such as the **** on the snowy mountain.
The first kite took his hand and put it on him.
“Well?” Yan returned to some strangeness: “When did you bring it out?”
He did not bring it when he left today.
”You have to collect your own things.” The first kite calmly said: ”What you don't need is destroyed.”
Yan returned to the eye and flashed a doubt.
”What happened?”
”Nothing.” The kite hugged him into the temple.
He clenched the hand of the first kite slightly, and the voice was soft and soft: ”I will take care of you.”
The first kite was lifted and the snow was flying outside. The young girl’s hair was covered with snowflakes. His slightly curved corner was the brightest scene in the snowy night.
”I am not something.” How do you feel a bit like yourself? !
The teenager laughed: ”Of course, you are my king, my wife.”