Chapter 172: Flying vinegar

Xi Er looked at Xiao Yu, some shocked, the little girl not only shouted the name of the prince, but also in the arms of Wang Ye, who is the prince?
Feng Lingran felt that the little girl in her arms was very nervous. His black hair flashed through the color, his eyebrows were slightly picked up, and the thin lips also evoked a seemingly infinite arc.
Wan Yuyu saw an internal injury in the dark night, and the courage was a little bigger. He walked out from behind Feng Lingran and looked at Xia Xiao in front of Xiao Yu.
"Elegant, you little girl, this son didn't expect you to be a slave girl." Wan Yuyu showed a fan, laughing romantic: "How do you see this son? This son has a talent, Merry, Yu Shuling The wind, the world is called the feather doctor, this son and you are also very good, let the son come to kiss you!"
Xiao Yu pinched the little hand of Feng Lingran's clothes and gradually relaxed. As long as it wasn't Feng Lingran, whoever had a relationship with her had nothing to do with her.
Xiao Yu’s line of sight fell on the face of Wan Haoyu, who was boasting. He was slightly frowning. This guy, for the sake of Feng Lingran, was willing to do anything, even to kiss the mouth of a girl she did not like, he also did.
The delicate little red face was red, and when she saw Wan Yuyu coming, she took a step back and twisted her hands.
"Yu Gongzi, Xiaer knows that you are very good, but cherish... I don't like you."
Xiaer took a deep breath and finally said his own words.
Wan Yuyu was full of feet and held his heart in both hands: "I am so sad that you are hurting the heart of this son."
Xiao Yu’s feminine smile to Wan Yuyu:
Don’t be passionate here. Only the men who won today are pity, the treasures left by the sisters are there.

Xiao Yu’s eyes moved to the face of Feng Ling’s beautiful and beautiful, and then he continued:
The son-in-law who can become a spiritual palace is the blessing that you have cultivated in your life. Don’t let go of the little girl in your arms, come over?

Nangong twilight fretting, watching Feng Lingran in a dilemma, eyebrows stretched, Feng Lingran at the last moment shattered the platform under his feet, is it considered to be a rock to lick his own feet?
Xiao Yu’s heart was put up again, the little hand was tight, the black lacquered eyes, and some nervous watching Feng Lingran. Q8zc
Isn't he clean? He won't go, if she goes, she won't want him.
Feng Lingran saw Xiao Yu, and Black Scorpion moved to Nan Gong's body. Suddenly, Nangong Temple had a bad feeling.
"You won the contest and you are not going to go?"
Nangong stunned, and the black moon like a cold moon angered. When did he win? At the last moment, wasn’t Feng Lingran shattering the downfall at his feet? Even the slaves also announced that Feng Ling had won.
"Slavery girl, who won, do not have to say more in this palace, you know." Nangong 湚 湚 cold voice, like a string to move, the sound of the sound of heaven.
The slave suddenly smiled: "You and Feng Lingran are the people who won today. Whoever is the same, Nangong, you used to prove that she is a fake lady."
"Let's go, this woman who is going back to the Seoul, before an hour, clearly announced that Feng Lingran won, and now I am going to the temple to do what? To kiss is also Feng Lingran to kiss." Dark night is full of anger, too Too much, one or two like this to bully his home.
Nangong’s eyebrows are only tight, and Feng Ling is too shameless. He takes advantage of the slave’s favoritism for Xiao Yu and pulls him in.
The slave is obviously not convinced that the cherished child is her real lady. Xiao Yu does not let Feng Lingran go to the relatives. The slaves are not allowed to let the Nangong go. Now Feng Ling has made such a shameless move, how can the slaves May not push the boat? Put Nangong to launch?
Moreover, the slaves also did not like Nangong Temple. From the moment when Nangong used the singularity to seduce Xiao Yu, the disgusting heart of the heart, the shackles of the lady also seemed to be related to this Nangong Temple.
"Let's let go?" The slaves evoked the evil red lips in the dark night: "I will be more arrogant, do you want to try the son?"
In the darkness, the peach blossoms on the slaves were like blood and red, and the bottom of my heart was cold, and even the soles of the feet were cool. The eyes of the slaves seemed to come from hell, and his eyes were like watching dead bodies.
The night thumb pushes the sword out of the sheath...
"Night, retreat." Nangong squinted, even he is not necessarily the opponent of the slave, if the night and the slave fight, it will only suffer.
The night licked the lips, the black scorpion was cold and the sword was received.
When the slaves saw Nangong’s ignorance, they didn’t have a dark night. He smiled evilly:
It’s still your master who knows things and understands this place, not where you can scatter.

The fingers of the sword in the darkness shook, and the slaves were cold and cold, and I wanted to kill her.
The slaves looked at the Nangong Temple, although the face was not vivid, the eyes that looked so good, the dark light that flashed past, was captured by him, and the slaves secretly falsified a hypocrisy, and then said: "Nan Gong, I Only boast that you are sensible, you will not understand things right away? The identity of the real slave girl still needs you to prove that if the person brought by Xiao Yu is really my lady, I can promise you, your Nangong Temple is Miss's husband, you can marry the lady in the Ling Palace today."
Xi Er heard the words, watching Nangong 湚 clear and picturesque face, the perfect can not pick a little sly, her heart plops and flutter, but ... she prefers... Feng Lingran.
"The palace understands what to do."
The refreshment of Nangong Temple made the slaves slightly surprised.
This man's thoughts on Xiao Yu, he can see, like Feng Lingran's wolf.
However, Nangong Temple did not go to the cherished children, but walked toward Xiao Yu.
Standing in front of Xiao Yu, he suddenly reached out to grab the little girl in the middle of Feng Lingran. Feng Lingran had already prepared for Nangong, and the moment that Nangong reached his hand, he was caught by Feng Lingran. The strength of the road, almost crushed the hand bones of Nangong Temple.
But no one thought of it... Nangong湚 didn’t care that the hand bones were pinched off by Feng Ling, and suddenly he was on Xiao’s lips.
In the face of Feng Lingran.
The slaves saw what Nangong was doing at the moment, and the heart went up, and the peach blossoms flashed through the blood.
Wan Yuyu was shocked, this Nangong is crazy? In the face of Feng Lingran, go to the little fox that the Phoenix is ​​really concerned about?
Xiao Yu was also shocked. She looked at the perfect face of Nangong’s magnified magnifying glass. She took a breath. When his lips fell on her lips, she suddenly turned her head and his thin lips wiped her cheeks. The next moment, her little face was buried in the shoulders of Feng Lingran.
Almost, I was almost sneaked into the mouth by Nangong.
Xiao Yu’s cheeks are hot and hearty.
Rubbing!
Nangong’s wrist was broken, and the body suddenly flew by Feng Lingran. Everyone saw that Feng Ling’s black scorpion was a horrible and murderous murderous.
"His Royal Highness." The night flew up, reaching out to pick up the Nangong Temple in midair, but encountered a powerful force, and Nangong 湚 both fell to the ground.
Feng Ling's waist was squirted from the waist, and the cold man was like a torch. He slammed into the chest of Nangong, and seemed to split him in half.
Suddenly, a pair of hands dragged the Nangong Temple away, and a deep crack appeared in the ground where Nangong was lying.
"Feng Lingran." Xiao Yu heard a loud voice, her small face lifted from the shoulders of Feng Lingran, both hands grasped the arm of Feng Lingran holding the sword, the heart trembled, the face was somewhat white: "No, Don't kill him."
The person who saved the Nangong Temple was Xiao Yu. When he saw Feng Lingran’s shot, Xiao Yu’s eyes flashed strangely and said softly:
Don’t you kiss it? Is there any anger and anger, killing and killing?

Xiao Yu’s hand slipped from the arm of Nangong’s arm to his wrist. After touching it, he was quite satisfied with the skeleton of Nangong’s skeleton. He slammed two times and connected the misplaced hand of Nangong’s.
"Nu, you saw it too. This kid just kissed her, and there was no dowry. That means she is fake." The real lady of slavery is a pity.
Xiao Yu’s cold eyes on Shangfeng’s eyes, her heart sighed, her back was cold, and she shook her head:
He didn’t kiss my mouth, Feng Lingran, you have to believe me.

"It’s just that I’ve been close to you. Are you all blind?
Xiao Yu’s yin and yang voice rang again.
"You shut up, have you come, aren't I a party better than you?"
Xiao Yu knows Feng Lingran's bad temper. She doesn't want Feng Lingran to misunderstand at all. If it is not... I can see that Feng Lingran's eyes also know that Feng Ling will be afraid that she will not be better.
Was thrown into the water by Feng Lingran, and the shadow thrown into the beast has not disappeared. She didn't want Feng Ling to think of another way to "punish" her.
Besides, this matter has nothing to do with her half-money.
Xiao Yu was so drunk by Xiao Yu, suddenly a yin and yang face.
"Nu, you should kill the fake."
The slave nectarine gradually became red, and for a moment, it was like being dyed red with blood. His fingers went up in madness, and the red lips of the evil spirits were gone. It was not going to Xiao Yu, but went to Xiao Yu: "The mouth is mad, You it."
Xiao Yu didn't think that the slave was so obsessed with it, and regarded a fake lady as a real lady.
"Nu, if you are so obsessed, you will regret it, and you are sorry for my sister, your wife."
"Xiao Wei, you have not been qualified to mention my wife. The moment you were driven out, it is not worthy of being my wife's brother again." Xiao Yu’s work with his wife was not as good as the beast.
Xiao Yu’s anger, a hand-held cherished child, a hand-held Nangong Temple, avoiding the slave’s claws, and putting Xi’er and Nangong Temple together.
"Peace, kiss him, let this idiot see clearly, you are the real lady of the Ling Palace."
Xia’s heart was tight, and he looked at Nangong’s eyes and looked up again. He looked at Xiao Yan, who was full of anger, and said in a whispering voice:
Hey, I like people...not the Nanling Highness.

Xiao Yu took a look at it, Yin Yang said: "It’s already this time. You still said that you like it or not. The slave now determines that you are a fake. If you can’t prove yourself, die here, what are you? Can't get it. If you can prove that the man is also yours."
In the heart of the child, the line of sight moved to the perfect face of Nangong again.
"Peace girl, please pay attention to yourself." Nangong 湚 湚 黑 黑 黑 黑 黑 黑 黑 黑 黑 黑 黑 黑 黑 黑 羽 羽 羽 羽