Chapter 823: Wu Shenglaitou

Fitted with Wang Jie's soul, Nangong's immense energy does not consume much, but his mental strength is extremely serious.
Song Yong's lightning-fast attack, he could see clearly and knew how to dodge, but his body responded a little later.
Masters compete for the difference between the front lines.
The body responded slowly, so Nangong had countless swords in his body. There were more than thirty swords in his body, and the sword saw blood. For a moment, his body was stained with blood.
"Waste, I can't stop even one move!"
Song Yan stood up with his sword, and looked at Nangong Wuliang with disdain.
Hearing this disgraceful word, Nangong humiliated to the extreme. If it wasn't for his mental exhaustion, how could he avoid it?
But now he is suffering.
"This time, I won't kill you. If you dare to abuse it next time, there will be no snow, I will take your dog's head!"
Leaving a word, Song Yan turned and left, no longer looking at Nangong countlessly.
Nangong, who stood strong, pressed a face, and his eyes were filled with resentment and hatred. He roared in his heart: "Huang Liang, I will pay you someday!"
"Come here, take Nangong's son down for treatment!"
Lei Jiu-ming drank in a deep voice, and soon, someone went up to help Nangong leave in large quantities, looking at his back, Lei Jiu-ming's brow frowned deeply.
"Fu Jun, are you worried for Huang Liang?" Mrs. Lei asked softly.
"Yeah." Lei Jiu-ming nodded with a sigh. "The old Chu Ge was not stable shortly after he joined the cabinet, but the old one is very deep. Nangong Wuliang is his youngest disciple. If he and Chu Ge Together, the situation of Huang Liang will become rather bad. "
Mrs. Lei nodded with deep conviction: "I knew that, I shouldn't have matched Huang Liang and Wu Xue, otherwise, I wouldn't ..."
the other side.
Soon after Song Yong returned to his courtyard, there was absolutely no snow to follow.
"Huang Liang, I'm sorry for this, I'm sorry." There is no snow full of guilt, and now Song Kun hurt Nangong immeasurably. Once Niange is held accountable, Song Kun's situation will become extremely dangerous. .
Seeing this, Song Yong moved in his heart and deliberately sank his face: "Are you sorry I'm done?"
"So what do you want?" No snow said weakly.
"I made such a big sacrifice for you, at least kiss me!" There was a smirk on Song Yan's face.
Hearing that the snow-free face could not help but turn red, and then looked at Song Yan with a pinch: "You close your eyes."
Song Zheng could not help but hesitated. He had deliberately teased Snowless, but he did not expect that she would agree to this rude condition.
However, there were cheaper ones that didn't take up the bastard, and he quickly closed his eyes.
Although he closed his eyes, he could feel that no snow was approaching him. The slightly rapid breathing showed that she was nervous now.
Suddenly, Song Yan felt his cheeks wet, but two soft fragrant lips were printed on his right cheek.
"Brother Huang, I'll bring you tea."
A sudden noise sounded.
"what!"
Then there was an exclaim, no snow backed up, then turned and ran outside the yard.
Song Yan glanced resentfully at Ning Ling, who was standing not far away, and said, "Girl, you have broken the good thing of Brother Huang, you said, what to do."
Ning Ling sent the tea to Song Ye, apologizing: "Brother Huang accidentally hit him, don't you get angry?"
"What do you say?" Song Yan intentionally teased the girl, deliberately stiff.
Suddenly, Ning panicked, thinking that Song Yan was really angry, and could not help saying: "Brother Huang, people really didn't mean it, otherwise, I'll just pay you."
"How to pay?" Song Yan blurted.
As soon as the words came out, Song Yong suddenly realized that the words of the two seemed to be a bit -like.
"It's a big deal, let's kiss Brother Huang!" Ning Lingyu grieved, but there was a hint of slyness in his lowered eyes.
"How to do it, at least two times." Song Yan playfully abused.
Ning Ling looked up and looked at him shamefully: "Then you close your eyes, too."
"Close your eyes too?" After hearing this sentence, Song Yun suddenly realized that her appearance might have been intentional just now. When did this girl become so thoughtful?
"Come on, Brother Huang, close your eyes, or they will regret it!" Ning Ling stomped his feet, his voice full of coquettishness, but he didn't realize that Song Yan had seen his little caution.
"Okay, come on!"
Song Kun nodded with a smile, then closed his eyes.
Seeing this, Ning Ling felt that her heartbeat suddenly accelerated a lot. She looked at Song Jun's uncommon cheek, and she couldn't help flashing a little obsession in her eyes. At the same time, she was a little tangled. What about the face of Brother Huang? Or kiss his mouth?
"Girl, is it alright, otherwise I can open my eyes." Song Yan urged impatiently.
"Don't worry, Brother Huang, they are preparing."
Ning Ling said with a little panic, and then, a flash of determination flashed in her eyes, and then her mouth slammed her into Song Mao's lips.
Feeling that there were two delicate fragrant lips on his mouth, Song Yan could not help but hesitated, and then secretly said, how did this girl become so bold, she opened her eyes subconsciously, but found that Ning Ling's little eyes were tightly closed, her face It was full of tension.
However, looking at the beautiful face close at hand, Song Yan was a little emotional.
Subconsciously, he stretched out his solid and powerful arms and took Ning Ling's petite and soft body into his arms. At the same time, he began to slowly guide Ning Ling on his mouth for a real kiss.
Tongue intertwined, swallow each other.
From time to time, Ning Ling's mouth and nose would also make a murmur of ambiguous Jiao Yin. As for her body, she was completely paralyzed in Song Huai's arms.
After a short while, the two lips were divided, and Ning Ling's cheeks became completely crimson. Because of her shame, she still closed her eyes, but her eyelids continued to flutter, showing that her heart was not calm.
"Girl, someone is here, get up!"
Song Yan bit her crystal earlobe.
"what!"
Ning Ling struggled to get up, but because Song Yan bit her earlobe, a current flowed through her body, so she just stood up and fell into his arms.
"Don't worry, there is still some distance!"
As Song Yan said, he raised Ning Ling.
"Brother Huang, you are so good!"
With a glance at Song Yan, Ning Ling trot into the room.
As soon as Ning Ling entered the room, there was a sound of footsteps. Then, they saw Song Jiuhe, Tu Shixiong, Han Gu, and Xiong Tianba entering the door.
"Leader, I'll wait for a late night visit without disturbing you!" Song Jiuhe said with a smile.
"How come, please sit down!"
Soon after the crowds were seated, Ning Ling came out with four cups of tea, and Jiao Qiao's face still had a hint of rhyme. Even her footsteps were soft, and apparently she had not recovered yet.
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