Chapter 207: The seventh king of the weak chicken prince (24)

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The original Chunan string suddenly had a fever without having to participate in the ceremony of the Three Miles and Nine.
However, everyone did not know why, only overnight, Chu Bei night became a little crazy.
Sometimes frightened, sometimes ridiculed. It seems that I have been greatly stimulated.
In order to calm him down, Qian Qianyue rushed forward and hugged him like he used to.
I thought he would gently hold her waist as usual and kiss her.
Unexpectedly, Chu Bei night was squatting on her waist, and then nakedly fanned her two big ear photons.
In this scene, Luo Dingchen just saw it. Not only did she see it, but many of the Wang Sun nobles who came to the wind and fluttered the mountain also saw it.
The Chubei night was pressed on the floor, and the palm of the hand was slap in the palm of his hand. It’s even more mad, and the mouth keeps chanting:
Tell you to pretend to be a ghost, let you pretend to be a ghost, and this king kills you and kills you—

The extremely strong force hit her delicate skin and made a crisp sound of ‘啪啪啪’.
Thousands of first months have to cry hard and beg for mercy, but no one seems to dare to go forward to pull Chu Bei night, had to let her enjoy the pain, and wait until Chu Bei night tired, naturally stopped.
It makes sense to look at such a scene, but it is really a big heart.
This can be regarded as a revenge for the original master! Although, it does not seem to be from her hand.
However, the king of Chu was very angry. After all, the emperor paid considerable attention to the worship of the Lord of the Evil.
At this moment, the emperor himself is watching the king of Chu, and he thinks that he is in the throne.
If at this time, both of his sons are not going to go temporarily, they will definitely leave a blame.
This kind of touch in Chubei night is definitely not going to go, so if the body of the Chunan string is weak, it must be the scalp.
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All the way to the Junxie Pavilion must be bowed, but it has not yet reached halfway. Luo Dingchen has felt that his knee is hurting.
The Chu Nan string that can be around is like a good mental state, and the more you look, the more happy you are.
There is no feeling of dying at the time of high fever yesterday!
She couldn't help but shrugged her shoulders: I want to come too! Of course, I am happy myself!

Is it painful to lean your knees?
He turned to look at her grievances, and asked distressedly.
Suddenly I feel that this kind of worship is quite useless, and it will be saved next year.
"It hurts." She looked at him with a look of frustration: "This worship is inhuman!"
She said nothing wrong! From the foot of the ‘Mingyue Mountain Villa’, you will bow down to the top of the mountain, and you will have to pay more than a thousand steps.
Is it a minute to get rid of your knees? Where is humanity!
"Well..." Chu Nanxian nodded seriously, a serious saying: "It’s reasonable to say it, you won’t have to be next year..."
When it comes to this, he seems to feel something wrong. Turning around and looking at the dust with a sweet smile, thin lips and light teeth: "You don't have to come together... I will come by myself."
In fact, Luo Dianchen knows that what he originally wanted to say is that there is no need to hold such a prayer next year.
Sometimes their family is really cute.
In the gentleness, with a touch of light cute.
Luo is not aware of the dust, at this moment a enchanting enchanting gaze has been watching her, such as the day in Songqiu Mountain, half did not leave.
She may not know, but the owner of the wind-blown mountain, the master of the evil spirits cabinet knows well.