Chapter 389: Octagon gathering 8

Haoyue turned his back, as if he was bound by his clothes, and he couldn’t solve it. Instead, he was with entanglement.
The long honing, the belt is completely loose, and it will not fall.
The room temperature was so hot that it got hot.
The eyes are full of laughter, the pretty face is spring, and the eyes are almost dripping with water.
Winning eyes, a corner of the eye, all kinds of styles are instantly available.
"Stuck, come over and help." Soft voice, with endless charm and seduce.
"Boom." Xuanyuan's nose and nose, two lines of nosebleed, violently burst out, the face can be fried.
A hand holding his nose, Xuanyuan Che quite calmly said: "The sky is too hot, easy to get angry." While talking about a body shape flashing, like a gust of wind blowing out.
"Ha ha ha..." Haoyue saw this and laughed and slammed into the bed and laughed.
Her Xuanyuan is so pure and pure, she really loves to die.
Outside the house, Yan Hu grabbed the news in his hand and looked at the Xuanyuan Che who rushed to the ice springs. He frowned and looked at the autumn mark next to him: "Is this day hot?"
The autumn mark looked up at the sky, listening to the laughter from the house, and calmly said: "It is estimated that it will be hot for a month, and it will not be hot after the wedding."
"Crap, one day later, I can still go there on this day." Yan Hu took a look at the autumn mark, who heard that the weather will be hot in October.
The autumn mark did not pay attention to Yan Hu, this day is not hot, but to insist on the big marriage before touching Wang Hao's prince, it is estimated that this year is particularly hot.
The autumn wind is welcoming, and the rustling of the treetops in one place.
Breeze and cool, turn your eyes to the morning.
"Wang, what do you mean by this? Only one month." In the Tianchen Palace, Xuanyuan easily frowned and looked at the expressionless Xuanyuan Che.
Xuanyuan is cold and cold-faced: "Father, I should ask what you mean, my father forgot, my things will be my own."
The coldness in the voice, the sinister.
Xuanyuan easily listened to the twisted eyebrows, this he did not forget, just...