Chapter 1891: Nanhao Wang's killer wife (72)

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She nodded and her mouth was light.
This child is indeed flattering, not because of her special status, but because of her vision... it is good!
I read it and looked at the Star Temple. Then I said, "Okay! It’s good to leave here."
The Imperial Garden, which has not been seen for ten years, is as beautiful as it was at the beginning.
Even in the cold winter, the plum blossoms are still like the sun...
"Hey, I said how the dumb disappeared. The original one sneaked into the royal garden!" Mu Jiao held a peony tulle and slowly moved forward, looking charming and looking at the eyes. Can not help but hurt.
"There is nothing to do with coming to the Imperial Garden." The snoring sounded and the eyes were full of hostility.
"Oh--" The next second, Mu Jiao shrugged with a look of disdain: "I never compare with the little girl."
Luo dusted his face and sneered and shook his head. He took the hand of the thought and turned to leave.
Mu Jiao saw Luo Dust did not intend to pay attention to her appearance, once again flushed with red face, shouting behind her: "You live because the parents died because of you, my sister was tarnished, not because you are a dumb Is it a disaster star?"
Luo dusted a little, and there was nothing to touch. I only feel as a bystander, listening to her about what happened before this body.
However, it feels a bit uncomfortable.
She frowned, thinking about a way to pull her momentum back into a city, standing in her mind and picking up a bunch of snowballs and smashing her face, not forgetting Channel: "It’s ugly!"
Luo dusted and lit up, and gave a thumbs up toward the thoughts.
"Hey--" I saw a bunch of snowflakes on her face, and her entire face looked special.
"You..." The next second, she crouched down and grabbed a ball of snow, and wanted to turn to the moment of her face, and turned her direction toward the face of Luo Ding.
After all, even if she is angry, she understands that this little county lord, who is called a singer, is not the one she can offend.
But that dumb is not the same!
Between the electric and the Flint, when Luo Ding was preparing to raise his hand to block the Mu Jiao Snowball, a familiar figure appeared in front of her.
The man stood in front of her like this, blocking the cold snow, and bringing the king's gas between his hands and feet.
"Nan Wang..." Mu Jiao stunned, and a flash of joy between the eyebrows, and then immediately bowed, Jiao Di drip: "Mu Jiao has seen the South King."
Standing next to Mu Jiao, the other three women were completely stunned. After almost three seconds, they only shook the gods and saluted them.
Nan Yi's eyebrows are scornful, and his eyes flashed a sharp edge.
Who is this group, who dared to blindly bully her in his palace, don't want to mix?
"Who?" The next second, he said coldly: "I will give you three seconds to say your identity."
Nan Yi's voice is cold and cold, without a trace of temperature.
As long as you stand in the same place, the whole body can dissipate a steady stream of cold.
"I..." Mu Jiao did not hear it, and his face was cheeky: "Jiaojiao is a princess from Muguo, a woman dedicated to Nanwang."
Her voice was sharp enough, and she was judged as if she had just met Luo.
I missed my eyes and made a vomiting gesture: "It's disgusting."