Vol 2 Chapter 3873: Not far away, deducted into the heart (30)

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"Who wouldn't be reluctant?" Luo slammed into the dust, and there was a dull sigh in the scorpion: "The place is no different from me in the dead city. I just have some concerns..."
"worry about what?"
"Is the King never personally led the troops and horses to fight?"

No.
Rong Jing looked at her contemptuous eyebrows:
The strength of Rong Guo’s strength is not enough, and he does not need to bring his own troops.

Luo looked at his eyebrows, and naturally felt a little anger in his deep eyebrows.
It’s probably jealous!
"Hey--" Luo Dingmo did not hold back and laughed out loudly: "I don't dare to say anything about this."
The deep scorpion is full of shattered light, thin lips and light teeth: "What do you have to say about not talking about it? You blame you most, and you can blame you on the surface."
"What?" Luo shrugged and shrugged: "It seems like I bullied the king."
"You just got bullied when you arrived." Rong Jing casually played with her blue silk: "You say, do you protect the country because of praying for the night?"
The more I know that there is something about her praying for the country, there is a feeling that he can't calm down in his heart.
He never thought about going to dominate the world, but it is different now.
No matter how much he paid, he wanted the man and bowed to her.
"I... I care for him!" Luo sighed and sighed, and his tone was somewhat wronged: "I obviously worry about you. Rongguo is not close to praying for the country. If the two countries are evenly matched, our terracotta warriors I must have suffered in the past."
"Do you think he is evenly matched with the enemy?" Rong Jing scorned and raised his eyebrows, and the light in his throat was dark and ups and downs.
He uses a 'he' and 'self' here instead of 'tolerate the country' and 'pray the country'.
She naturally knows what he means, and smiles busy: "The king is different from him."
"Where is it different?" Rong Jing has a bottom out, and it seems that there is no point in letting go of the dust.
In fact, she knew the anger in his heart.
The anger of jealousy and the injustice in the heart made his brow wrinkled like a little old man.
She lifted her right hand and showed her eyebrows: "If Wang Shang does not frown, he will look ten thousand times better than him."
"Good-looking?" For the answer given to him by the dust, his eyes are very helpless.
After a few seconds, I unconsciously stretched my eyebrows and looked at her tenderly: "What else?"
"I never liked him." Luo Dingchen gave him a firm look: "But I like you that way."
In the next second, Rong Jing’s right hand suddenly grabbed her wrist and took her to her arms. The thin lips kissed her instantly.
The blushing cheeks and the sound of the heart beating are enough to show how nervous he is at this moment.
This kiss is much longer than the last time, as if his breath is drunk with a slight intoxication.
For a moment, his low voice screamed in her ear: "You don't have to go back tonight."
The sound fell, and she took her up and walked toward the inner room.
Luo Dingchen seems to have not reacted yet, pointing to the slogan on the table: "Your copywriting -"

朕 Today I want to relax and relax.
Rong Jing kissed her lips again, and after some encroachment:
But I don’t think it’s necessarily relaxing, maybe it’s more tired.

It was probably his dark words that made her face instantly red and spread a little bit into the ear.