: 132. The conspiracy of butterfly clothing (1)

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Thinking of this, the butterfly clothes bite his teeth, I don’t know where the courage comes, and look up at the handsome man in front of him.
"The subordinate guesses that the master is doing this for the future mother. Because the master has attracted the attention of the saint, only the master has opened the stupid, and even shows the strength, it will cause the saint to watch, Let the eyes of the Lord of the Virgins be placed on your body, let the mother and mother get a moment of peace, but whether the master has thought about it, this will make the ghost hall into a land of eternal ruin, and the master you only have to let the Lord The mother is no longer a virgin, and the doorkeeper of the Virgin Gate will not hit her idea again. Why did the Lord not do this and chose the most dangerous method?"
At this time, the dusty face of the night is gloomy and people feel the fear of the heart.
He slowly walked toward the butterfly dress. As he walked in, a powerful momentum was crushed. The face of the butterfly dress was white for a moment, and a mouth spurted a blood, and looked at the night without a dust.
At this moment, she had a feeling that life could not be mastered by herself.
"Who allowed you to question the king's decision?" The nightless dusty face was as dark as the eve of the storm, and the scorpion shone with the cold light. He raised his hand and waved the butterfly coat with a sigh of relief. A slamming bang on a stone, and suddenly, the bright red blood smashed from the back of the head.
"roll!"
Ignore the pale face of the butterfly coat, the sound of the nightless dust is cold and ruthless: "If there is another time, you will directly enter the king's court."
Ghost Hall, once in, will definitely lose half life after coming out.
The petite body of the butterfly trembles, this man, is it so heartbreaking? For a woman, even the ghost hall created by hard work can be ignored.
In fact, the butterfly clothes make the night and the Mu and the moon have a husband and wife also have their own intentions.
She has been following the ghost king for a long time. This man has always been self-sufficient. He has never had any relationship with any woman. Maybe it is the pleasure of not knowing what to do. During the mission, she has seen many men. In the past, she was clean and self-satisfied. But after meeting with the woman, she became fascinated by this kind of taste.
Therefore, she thought that as long as the master and the mother had a husband and wife and enjoyed the fun of this kind of thing, perhaps she would be able to take the opportunity to become a master.
On the mainland, men's three wives and four scorpions are normal, and the identity of the master is so honorable. It is a matter of course to have a few small shackles. Even if he loves his mother again, he will not only guard a woman in his life.
Of course, the butterfly suit is very beautiful, but in addition to admiring the moon, his eyes can no longer accommodate any woman. This life alone is enough for her alone.
Gazing at the shadowless night, the butterfly coat climbed up from the ground and clenched his fists tightly. He said, "Master, sorry, this butterfly is afraid that you can't follow your orders."
It’s not just because of the selfishness, but also that the master has been ruining the ghost hall for a woman, so that she is involved in danger.
She loves the master deeply, even if the master does not know, and wants to do something for him...
Mu house.
Mu Ruyue just undressed and went to bed, and suddenly there was a strange atmosphere outside the door. She hurriedly stood up, her face slightly stunned, and the bottom of the cold flashed: "Who is it!"
No sound.
The willow leaves are swaying outside the window, and the silence can only hear the sound of the evening wind.
A black dress flashed in front of the window, and Mu’s heart sank in the moon. When the body flashed, it broke through the window, and the eyes fell on the black woman with the veil.
"who are you?"