Chapter 942: Repelling breath

Chapter 942 Repelling Breath
"Yes...is..." Murong Xue’s eyes flashed unnaturally. A personal name flashed quickly in his mind. Ouyang Shaohao had already guessed the truth. She couldn’t fool him. She must screen out the right person. Coping with Ouyang Shaohao...
"I can hear the truth in your words, don't lie to lie to me, otherwise, I will immediately check people to find out the consequences of the truth..."
The cold warning sounded loudly, and it went into the eardrum and went straight to the heart. Murong Xue’s slender body suddenly trembled, and the intention of the heart was instantly destroyed by the smog, and blurted out:
It’s Zhao Zhengyi, the north of the town of Zhaobei, Mobei!

Ouyang Shaojun Jun beauty face is almost black and dripping ink: "How do you relate to him?" He was only a few days late, she even provoked Zhao Zhengyi... Zhao Zhengyi is not an ordinary person, but It is the northern king of Mobei, the martial arts are strong, and the soldiers are like gods...
"I have nothing to do with Zhao Zhengyi, and Luo Yunxi has something to do with him." I fear that Ouyang Shaohao does not understand, Murong Xue hurriedly explained: "I am the easy one... and Zhao Zhengyi’s sweetheart Luoyunxi It looks exactly the same... Luo Yunxi is missing, Zhao Zhengyi saw me and thought I was her..."
Ouyang Shaohao looked gloomy and more terrible, looking cold and cold, did not speak.
"I didn't lie this time. I don't believe you can let people investigate. Luoyun Creek does have someone. It is 17 years old and is the head of the town of Mobei." Murong Xue looked directly at Ouyang Shaoyu and said that he was righteous. "When I am easy to accommodate... I don't know if there will be people in Mobei who will be exactly the same as me... Zhao Zhengyi admits the wrong person, can't blame me..."
Ouyang Shaoyan's mouth curled up with a cool smile: "You are not Luoyunxi, why don't you tell Zhao Zhengyu?" Her true appearance is completely different from that of Luoyunxi. As long as she washes her tolerance, she can get rid of it. Zhao Zhengyi, but she did not wash, just use the face like Luo Yunxi, dangling in front of Zhao Zhengyi...
"I didn't shake in front of Zhao Zhengyi!" Murong Xue screamed violently, not sullenly screaming at Ouyang Shaohao: "I am wearing Yirong in the capital, in order to lead the murder of my mastermind, and by the way, look for Luoyun. Creek..."
"Okay, OK... Don't talk to me about your purpose. I just want to ask, when Zhao Zhengyi hugged you, why didn't you refuse?" Ouyang Shaosheng interrupted Murong Xue's words, cold Cold looking at her.
Murong Xue hurriedly said: "I refused. When Zhao Zhengyi touched me, I refused..." It was just that Zhao Zhengyi was too tight, and she didn't push it away for a while...
Ouyang Shaohao looked at Murong Xue for a moment, and did not speak. Murong Xue was seen by his heart, and daringly said: "This thing can't blame me..." She didn't want to be hugged by Zhao Zhengyi, but she didn't want to. Stained the breath on him...
Ouyang Shaohao suddenly reached out and grabbed her clothes, and pulled it hard. The buttons on the skirts collapsed instantly, and they fell down, revealing the crimson apron inside...
"What are you doing?" Murong Xue was angry and reached out and took the hand of Ouyang Shaohao. He did not look at him with anger.
"This dress that has dyed Zhao Zhengyi's breath, you still want to keep..." Ouyang Shaohao squatting to Rong Rong, dark eyes in the dark eyes flashed.
Murong Xue hurriedly shook his head: "Of course I don't want to."
"If you don't want to, then what are you doing with it?" Ouyang Shaoyan asked coldly.
"I didn't bring a skirt, throw this piece, what do I wear?" Murong Xue did not ask for a good gas.
"Wear my robe." Ouyang Shaoqi said lowly, clutching Murong Xue's clothes, peeling off the skirt, smashing it into a corner, opening the dark space, and taking out a snowy robe. It’s going to be covered in Murong Xue. I don’t want to, faintly scented with lotus, mixed with the cold plum aroma that lingers around the nose, and Ouyang’s face sinks again, looking at Murong Xuedao:
Your apron It seems to have also dyed the atmosphere of Zhao Zhengyi..."
"This is impossible..." Murong Xue shook her head and raised her hand to protect her chest. Her skirt was not thick but not thin. Zhao Zhengyi’s cold plum breath could not be dyed on her apron through her skirt.
"But I smelled the cold plum aroma." Ouyang Shaoyan said coldly, reaching out and pulling Murong Xue's apron and throwing it into the corner.
Murong Xue was angry and grabbed the outer skirt and put it on his body. He waved his fist to Ouyang Shaohao: Bullying her, it was really mad...
Ouyang Shaohao slightly sideways, avoiding Murong Xue attack, stretched her arms around her waist, pressed her on the ice velvet blanket, and looked at her for a moment, the dark eyes were deep as ink...
Murong Xue was jumped and jumped by his eyes, and his heart made a very bad premonition. He said, "You... what do you do..."
"You seem to have also dyed the cold plum aroma, I will help you to cover the cold plum." Ouyang Shaohao said low, the length of the jade's hand is unscrupulously free in Murong Xue...
Murong Xue is speechless, and she has a cold plum aroma on her body? It is too exaggerated to say that, through a layer of skirt, a layer of apron, Zhao Zhengyi's cold plum aroma, how could it get her body...
The sleek touch came from the lips, and Murong Xue returned to the gods. I saw that the beautiful face of Ouyang Shaohao’s poems was close at hand, and the thin lips twirled on her lips...
(End of this chapter)