Chapter 668: Is there a pig in the wood?

At this time, Long Yutian was swindling and swindling and threatening the intimidation and the money blossoming.
After suddenly hearing the news, he slammed and pulled it from the soft couch. He ran out of the door and pulled a guard. He hurriedly asked, "What do you say, how is Sisi?"
The guard took a breath and shuddered and said: "Wang Ye, Miss Zhu hits a stone lion outside our house and says what to do with death -"
The words of the guards have not been finished yet. Long Yutian took the leg straight and left the room quickly.
Qian Duo Duo stood up from the couch and took care of some messy clothes.
Looking at the man in front of me is like a screaming horror of death.
The yin and yang snorted.
In order to install B, Zhu Sisi really took the blood, and even thought of hitting the wall.
However, her death is really timely, if it is late, the fear of money blossoms can not stand.
"Hey, is the piglet dead?"
Money blossomed in a relaxed tone.
The guard shook his head: "When you return to Wang Hao, the slaves don't know. When the slaves saw Miss Zhu hit the lion, they immediately ran in and told the prince."
"That is not dead?"
The money is flat and flat, and the expression seems to be a little regrettable. I look at the guards with blame.
"You are also true. I don't wait for her to stop. I don't know if this half-dead person hates it. What medical expenses, mental damages, accidental injuries, eating and drinking, and sleeping? Counting on our heads, are you out of these money?"
After complaining, Qian Duodu twisted into a small waist and went into his room.
The slammed door closed the door.
The mad cow turned into a circle in the same place, and turned to engage in superstition.
The spirit of the heavens is spiritual, the Guanyin Bodhisattva is fast, and the pigs are not allowed!
Duoer dividing line
Long Yutian ran to the gate of Wangfu at the speed of 100 meters.
All the sights that were slammed by the rain were blood that was smudged with the rain.
Zhu Sisi's weak body, like the dead leaves falling in the wind, is lying in the blood and water without life.
It seems that he still holds the gift he designed for her on her birthday.
"Miss, you can't die, you wake up, Wang Ye, he won't want you!"
Long Yutian saw this scene and stood at the gate of Wangfu for a moment.
It was not until I heard the crying voice that I came back.
The shoulders shivered slightly twice, slammed into the past, picked up Zhu Sisi and turned back to Si Yuge.
Immediately afterwards, the Wangfu became a pot of porridge in an instant.
Those who burn water, take medicine, worship Buddha, and show their power.
Even the older butlers were rushed into the palace by Long Yu Tian Hao, who pulled out a few doctors on duty and personally treated Zhu Sisi.
Money blossomed on the couch, stuffed with two cotton in his ears, and he couldn't wait to turn the turtle into a second and retract his head into the shell.
However, the voice from time to time outside, still make her upset and unable to sleep.
"Hurry up, go get the medicinal wine."
"There is still a way to bring the thousand-year ginseng of the royal family to the treasury."
The money screamed and sat up on the couch, with a burst of chrysanthemum-like hair, and a big nose and a gasp.
He is jealous, and it is boiling water and ginseng. I don’t know if the sow is difficult to produce!
I didn't sleep in the middle of the night, running her house to play suicide drama. Is this special to run her disgusting?
"Come on." Qian Duodu opened the quilt, stepped on a pair of embroidered shoes, and ran outside the door.