Chapter 2091: If you don’t have a new marriage, you will be asked to sue (3) (seeking a ticket)

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However, separating the two continents, there is a strong barrier space in the middle, the Yuanshen avatar can not last long.
She was a little confused in her sleep a few times ago, feeling that she embraced her with a familiar embrace, but quickly dissipated.
That is the emperor.
When the face of Mu Yan, let the emperor’s twilight sink.
He remembered the turbulent enchantment of the northern territories of the polar regions and the more abnormal ghosts.
However, his face did not see anything unusual, but instead leaned down and said slowly: "How can it be dangerous if you have a little trouble? Yan Yan, are you doubting the strength of this king?"
Mu Yan sighed, but couldn't help but glance at him: "The Dragon and Six Star Towers are yours. Why don't you tell me earlier?"
If she knew it, she still worked hard to prove what Ye Liangchen’s identity is!
Let the Emperor directly give Xuan Tianzhu and the Hongtian Tower to her.
The emperor squinted slightly, looking at the little woman who was straightforward in front of him with a smile. "Yan Yan, I haven't settled with you yet? Are you asking me?"

Accounting? What account?

The Emperor smashed the volley, and in the hands of the original empty space, suddenly a stack of paper.
When I saw the stack of papers, Mu Yan’s face suddenly became stiff.
I saw that on the paper, it was the figure of the Fusang team that was so charming.
Every one has to be more coquettish, how much sensuality is more sensual, how hot it is.
Emperor gently shook the paper in his hand: "Yan Yan, what have you promised me?"
Mu Yangan laughed: "This is not what I painted. It was painted by the three brothers. I didn't participate in the whole process. What is the relationship with me? This, these sheets of paper, are the three brothers who must give me a view of his painting skills. Yes, it’s the three brothers who gave me the hard work."
The emperor smiled and said: "Is it? You said, you haven't smashed other men's clothes any more, and you haven't painted other men."
Mu Yan: "No... no."
The emperor reached out and grabbed it again.
This time only one piece of paper appeared in the hand.
You can see the painting on this paper, but Mu Yan is black.
Living, it is actually the Long Teng that was "set of sacks" Zhang Almshouse!
This painting she did not give the rain, let her burn, destroy the dead?
The rain is not reliable, but still retains this key evidence.
Isn't this going to kill her?
The emperor slowly approached Mu Yan and put the painting in his hand into her hand: "This painting is also the painting of Chu?"
The cold sweat on Mu Yan’s forehead must fall.
She smiled at the corner of her mouth and thought about breaking the jar and making a mistake.
The next moment, the two suddenly squeezed in with one person.
Then, the emperor's thigh was hugged.
The sound of a milky milk, with a bit of cold, but also mixed with a hint of surprise: "Hey!"
The emperor looked down at his expressionlessly and looked at the little guy caught between himself and Muyan.
Xiao Bao looked up, beautiful and delicate little blush.
The blue eyes, like the emperor, flashed and flickered like a butterfly wing.
It is the envy and thoughts of him.
The lines on the face of the emperor melted like ice, revealing a soft touch.
He reached out and picked up the little guy and asked in a deep voice: "Is there a good practice recently?"
Xiaobao nodded, and it was just like a serious, cold and cold, even if the heart of the stone can be turned off.
However, when the emperor could not see it, Xiao Bao quietly turned back and handed Mu Yan a look.
Mu Yanmei opened his eyes and gave Xiaobao a thumbs up.