In the night breeze, his robe fluttering, dust loss is like a fairy.
For example, between the ink hair, there is an enchanting smile on the face of the country. It is the master of the temple.
Bei Chen was not surprised at the emergence of Weiyang.
"Three %!"
His lips opened and closed, spit out two simple words.
Weiyang came over lazily, "30 %, is it a bit less?"
"You don't want it!" Beichen said lightly.
"Isn't that give me too much for your brother?" Weiyang's eyes crossed the purple pupils on the side.
The sight fell on Zitong, and Beichen's voice was also mild, "Except for you, it is her!"
"Then I don't want it, I gave all my pupils to my little pupils." Weiyang laughed, "Anyway, she is now the saint of purple clothes in my temple, she has me ..."
His voice did not fall, and Zitong had raised his hand to throw things towards him.
"This, the master of the palace, please take it back!"
Weiyang raised his hand, and a mask fell in his palm.
The white background, the purple pattern, and the nine -star pattern symbolizing the nine -star temple in the eyebrows. It was the mask worn when he was a purple coat.
"Xiaotong Tong!" Weiyang's face showed an extremely distressed color. "The night before, you and I have a good time, and now you are so affectionate to me. You ... are you ... are you angry and abandoned?!"
Zitong raised his eyebrows, turned his face, and looked at Weiyang, "What do you want?!"
"Of course you want your people and your heart." Wei Yang laughed.
Zitong is not angry or laughed, and the tone is rare and serious. "This is your last chance. If you say it now, or I will consider it carefully."
"Okay!" Weiyang also put away the look of hippie smile on his face, lifted Yu Bai's fingers, and finged to the snacks on the side of her, "I want it!"
"Impossible." Zitong immediately refused.
"Don't get wrong, I don't want to take it away from you, you have signed a contract, which is impossible. I mean, I want a little bit of blood, and it has its scales." Weiyang towering
Shower your shoulders, "For it, a scales are like a person's hair, which is easy for you!"
"Why?" Zitong asked.
There are tens of millions of scales on the snacks, just a piece of scales. If you have a little blood, it is really nothing, but he is so solemn that he is so serious, and this matter is not unusual.
Weiyang was ambiguous, and the ambiguous eyes were instantly eyes, "The scales and blood of a dragon are enough to deceive a few beautiful girls to my bed!"
Everyone knows that he is lying, and he does not hide himself.
Weiyang was only answering her in another way. He would not say the real reason.
"Okay." Zitong nodded, "I can give you."
"I know, you're the best to me." Weiyang immediately threw her with a hearty look.
On the side, Beichen's eyes were like a knife, "Night Weiyang!"
With his name with his name, the anger in Beichen's tone is very obvious.
Weiyang shrugged his shoulders, and his face was still smiling. He stepped forward. He raised his left hand and pressed on his chest. He elegantly walked a noble etiquette to Zitong.
, Ye Weiyang. "
Then he raised his hand and stretched his hand to her palm.
brush!
Before he touched the palm of Zitong, a black thorns had sideways across, blocking his fingertips.