The Xuanyi is like a ink, which is particularly obvious in the large white background. The golden color card of the waist is dazzling like morning sun.
Under the ink, there is a faint anger on the face of the sentient beings.
Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrives.
Zi Tong was still thinking about the narcissism of the master Weiyang in his heart, and the narcissistic of the master of the temple was not inferior to someone, and someone came.
This person is naturally Beichen.
After landing, he stopped and had not stopped, and he had taken a step.
In one step, come to the side of Zitong.
Exploring your hands, hook arms, pull people ...
All the movements were so skilled that he had been practicing countless times. In the next moment, Zitong had reached his arms, and his waist was tightly tightly. It seemed that he was about to break.
After solving the family business, he returned to the Beizhou Mainland to find her as soon as possible. After going to Ziyi City, he knew that she came to participate in the Royal Summit. He immediately folded back to Tianji City.
dinner.
This stinky girl is really brave.
Of course, these accounts will be calculated in the future.
Now, the important thing is another.
Hugging the waist of the purple pupil, Beichen's eyes just stared at Weiyang's face, the lips were divided, and four domineering eyes were spit out.
"She is mine!"
He has always been a person who likes more words. These four words have explained all.
"Your?" Weiyang hooked his lips, smiling and unpredictable, "Why didn't I listen to Hitomi?"
Pupil?!
Zi Tong was numb for a while, and at the same time felt that the palm on the arm was a bit tightened.
Stinky Beichen, is he ready to pin her into two sections?!
At a glance, Wei Yang, who deliberately picks things, glanced at Beichen unhappyly.
"My waist is about to break!"
Bei Chen glanced at her, the palm of her palm still relaxed some of the strength, and her body was slightly moved, so she had to take her away.
He moved, and Weiyang also moved.
Beichen came to the window with the purple pupil, and Wei Yang was already in front of the window.
"Let's open." Beichen whispered.
"She is my ... guest." Weiyang deliberately bit the first four words.
Beichen's face is like the anger of death, "You are looking for death!"
Weiyang's smile is in full bloom, "Hitomi, don't worry, he can't kill me."
He let her, don't worry?
It seems that she really has to worry about him.
This guy is simply a fighter in a rogue!
Zitong, who was caught in his arms, returned to his big white eyes. "The owner of the temple does not have to worry. Zitong didn't worry about your life and death, and I would like to call me like that, I don’t like it."
Hearing the words, Beichen's lips overflowed with a smile.
Although this girl should not come to Weiyang's appointment, but in these two sentences, he listened to it very comfortably.
Weiyang looked at Zitong with a smile, "I know, you are worried that this guy would deliberately say this, rest assured, with me, I will protect you!"
This bastard, knowing that Beichen is a big vinegar jar, and deliberately wipes darker and darker.
Zitong raised his eyebrows, and immediately laughed.
"Well, as long as you can defeat him, don't say that I will be a sacred sacred man, just want me to marry you, or it is okay."
Weiyanglang laughed, "Talking for counting?"
Ignoring the murderous gaze cast by Beichen, Zitong was stalking the small neck, "counting!"
"Okay!" Weiyang's eyes fell on Beichen's face, "Take the move!"
The word "receiving the trick" spit out, and his people had rushed forward, and punching into Beichen's face.