: Section 117: Poisonous oaths are forgiven, I do not believe in God
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Genius Maiden Transmigrates: The Empress of Weapons
- 度寒
- 352 characters
- 2021-03-02 11:18:51
The auspicious eyes are firm and unspeakable. They shoot from the inside to the outside. The momentum is amazing. "I am a very stingy woman. I don’t like people touching my man. If there is a day, auspicious marriage to the prince, will surely entangle you like a small octopus, not to allow others to covet, even if the beauty of the sky is not there, the chicken skin crane hair, you are not allowed to look at others." Put the hand in front of Xuanyuanyao, let him see the five fingers slender, under the moonlight, capture the beauty of soul and soul.
"It's easy to fall in love, it's difficult to stay together. You may have to think about it properly and don't rush to agree. Auspicious is not an ordinary woman. If you really hate who, then there is no reason to speak, never die."
After he finished, he smiled sweetly.
But Xuanyuan Yao could clearly feel how serious she was when she said this.
"Unexpectedly, Ben Wang has been searching for more than ten years, willing to put his hands on the sincere little fox spirit, turned out to be a vinegar fox, so sour and choking." He insisted that he could not keep his eyes open, "This King now solemnly promises the conditions you put forward. Do you want to make a poison oath first, as evidenced by the gods?"[
The auspicious little hand covered his thin lips, the charm of laughter, "Poison oath is free, I don't believe in God."
She believes in her power more than the ethereal condemnation.
Just let her keep it in her heart.
Xuanyuan Yaoruo one day violates today's words, she has countless ways to let him know the end of cheating women.
Her confidence is more effective than any of his vows.
"Since you have no objections, how about stamping a seal to celebrate today's joy?" A light touch, a few temptations, auspicious arms raised, holding his neck accurately, without hesitation sending red lips.
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PS: Why don’t you go to see Han Han’s book? doubt! !