Chapter 1161: Wang Ye -

"No, I will go, I still have no holes/rooms!"
However, the voice of Lao Gao was falling, and the other three generals, especially tacitly, picked up the glass in front of him and directed him in the direction. He slammed his face and then sang a word: "Roll ~!"
After returning to the yard, Long Muzhen looked at the red lantern hanging high in the night, and he took a few breaths. He walked in.
He gently pushed the door open and stretched his head and glanced inside.
The money blossomed quietly in bed, a black hair, lazy on the smooth shoulders of the white, eyes closed, breathing evenly, seems to have been asleep.
After Long Muzhen saw the little woman's peaceful sleep, this was a slight relief.
Perhaps it is because the wedding is too tight recently, always thinking about it, and the child will suddenly disappear from the air.
You see, she is not good in the wedding room she prepared for her, sleep darkly?
Long Muzhen sat gently on the bed, reached out and rubbed her hair, then blinked twice, then bowed her head to her forehead, and then, the lip was close to her ear. Slightly screamed: "Hey, son, the king is back~ We wake up, huh?"
The money that slept on the bed was so blossoming. After hearing the sound, um yeah gave a sob of drowsiness, then opened his eyes lazily.
"Small things, why don't you wait for the king, do you sleep first?" Long Muyu reached out and took the money out of the bed and hugged it in his arms.
However, the money blossomed, but looked at him with a blank look, his eyes flashed for a moment, and he screamed: "Wang Ye-"
Duoer dividing line
Money blossoming does not know how to fall asleep.
I only felt confused, and my mind became blurred. The feeling, like being caught in a fog, could not find the direction, but it seemed to be trapped in a whirlpool. The self-extracting depression sinks and cannot be self-sufficient.
Between the embarrassment, she seems to see the white woman again, she is laughing at herself, laughing a little horrible, she still said the sentence: the game is over.
Then, Qian Duodu felt that she was slowly approaching herself; then, when Qian Duodu looked up, she clearly saw her appearance, and she looked exactly like herself!
Then, she felt that her eyes were dark and she couldn’t remember anything~
Qian Duodu does not know how long he has slept, and he feels dizzy and weak, and his limbs are weak. His body is like the pain of being overwhelmed by a big truck, but he feels light and fluttering on his limbs.
She blinked lazily, only to find that she was lying on the ground? !
Didn't she be honest when she slept, rolling down from the bed~?
I am dizzy~ my skin is also thick, even if I fell down, I still haven’t felt the pain. I can lie on the ground and continue to sleep.
Qian Duo Duo couldn't help but hold up a thumb for his tenacious iron spirit, then squinted his eyes, stretched out his arms, scratched everywhere, and spoiled.
"Fourteen - fourteen, hug ~"
However, she screamed several times in a row, but there was silence all around, and even a slave who stayed at the gate outside the door did not promise her.