Chapter 939: Marriage Bride: A Marriage (17)

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Luo dusted a glimpse, consciously moved into the bed, his cheeks could not help but reveal a blush: "I don't know, in short, the current situation is very dangerous, my memory is also very vague!"

Uh huh?
Murong Ming snorted and his eyes flashed through a very faint stream of light:
Would you like to enter the palace tomorrow?

"Yeah." She seemed to think of something, and looked at him and asked: "How about the thirty-three devils?"
"Running." He blinked lazily and shrugged his shoulders: "Within seven days, it will not appear in Kyoto."
"Oh..." She couldn't help but sigh: "Sure enough, it is a god-level devil who has died for seven hundred years, and he has to deal with that kind of disenchantment, minutes!"
"Let's sleep!" Seeing her pale, snowy face, she said nothing. He couldn't help but frown. "Tomorrow I will go into the palace with you."
A hundred years of Shura field, a jump to death.
Seven hundred years of grievances, there should be an understanding.
The reason why the witches can live forever is not because of witchcraft or the weak art of divination.
It is because they have the shelter of something, and the practice of this thing is immeasurable. Of course, it may have been shaped into a human form.
"Would you like to enter the palace with me?" She frowned and said: "I am Master Si Yue, what are you?"
"What do you hope for?" He held his chest in his hands, closed his eyes, and raised a very light smile on his lips.
"Follow!"
"..." He muttered: "Sleep."
Luo Dian side also wants to say something, but his side face once again attracted attention.
The long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the thin lips looked awkward and people couldn’t help but feel guilty.
It's probably because he is not a human relationship, and the skin can be white and snowy. If you don't know that he is a ghost who has died for seven hundred years, at first glance, I think it is a handsome little student who has a confusing face!
"Don't look at me like this..." His blue eyes blinked slightly, and there was a touch of glamour. He looked at her and said, "I will think that you fell in love with me."
"Hey--" Luo dusted his lips and smirked: "I didn't expect to be a ghost of seven hundred years, you are still so narcissistic! Do you know the different ways? Who will... fall in love with you!"
When it comes to the back, the sound of Luo Ding is getting lighter. The ear was hot and the heart followed the ‘砰砰砰’ jump.
"It's best." His cool breath was scratching on the side of her ear, and the cold voice said: "Because I won't fall in love with anyone."
This is the case seven hundred years ago, and it is still the same after seven hundred years.
When he was in the emperor, he set up an entire harem.
No matter how deep the fish are, the woman who is so closed and shy, no one walks into his heart.
Loneliness and loneliness go hand in hand, a pot of sake is enough to let him spend several lonely nights.
He thought that his heart was calm and watery, but when he remembered that she was standing among the thirty-three devils, blood-stained, and with a very confident smile on his lips, his heart trembled unconsciously.
The first time there was such a tremor, this feeling was so strange to him.
The feeling that I had never had before 700 years ago, let him experience the experience after seven hundred years.
She did not respond to his words, but shrank into the quilt, and whispered in her heart: we will wait and see.
Seeing that he didn't lie down and sleep, she put the quilt on him and said: "Follow, the night is deep, keep warm!"
For a long time, he sounded a little helpless voice: "I am a ghost, not afraid of cold."