Chapter 393: Evil

Chapter 393 evil Murong
"The meaning is that they will become your people right away, or you will become their people immediately. In short, let you have them, and you will have them..." Murong Xue said with a smile, his wrist A turn, a large piece of white powder spilled on the black man...
Murong Xue’s words are not hidden. Murong Yu naturally understands it. He looks at Murong Xue:
What are you sprinkling?

"Yin Yang San." Murong Xue worded a meal: a few days ago, when she played with herbs, she accidentally allocated several poisonous poisons, eyebrows, and I planned to take it out in a few days and throw it away. I didn’t expect it to be today. Come with the use of...
As a noble boy, Murong has been in contact with conspiracy and tricks. He also knows some medicines for the next three abuses. The name of Yin and Yang powder is known as a good thing. He looks at Murong Xue coldly and grinds his teeth: "You really are Despicable and shameless!"
"To each other, if you don't take the bamboo tube and blow the smoke into my room, I won't give you yin and yang..." Murong Xue casually stunned Murong, and his eyebrows were scornful: it was his heart. Calculating her first, why should she still be merciful?
"I want to count me, it's not that easy." Murong smiled awkwardly, suddenly pulled out the dagger in his sleeve, and the sinister Chao Murong stabbed the past.
Murong Xue disdain and snorted, avoiding the daggers that Murong swayed, and lifted his feet to his chest, flew him out, the white white in his hand, and his face covered him and smashed him. a face...
"Plop!" Murong slammed heavily in the black crowd, stunned and shivered, staring at Venus, his smoldering raging anger, preparing to get up, then suffocating Rong Xue, do not want, surrounded by black People rushed over to him, clutching his clothes and tearing them hard.
Murong was shocked and struggling, beating the black man: "What are you doing, let go, let go!"
The black man turned a deaf ear, grabbed his clothes, and continued to tear...
"You idiots, let go, let go..." Murong screamed desperately, screaming, full of horror, Yu Guang slammed to Murong Xue, and screamed: "Murong Xue, let them stop, let them stop."
"The cousin brought them here, isn't it just for them to do this kind of thing, why should they stop it?" Murong Xue's mouth was slightly picked, and he looked at him like a smile.
"You..." Murong stunned and pointed at Murong Xue. He couldn't speak.
Murong Xue said that if he is innocent, he will continue to stimulate: "Mr. Murong's mortuary, but no one wants to enter, you can enter. If you come in, don't rush to go..."
"You!" Murong Yu hated the Murong Xue, the raging anger of the bottom of the burning, can not wait to swallow her.
Murong Xue turned a blind eye and smiled: "I gave the cousin to my cousin, and my cousin will enjoy it slowly!"
Murong widened his eyes and looked at Murong Xueyu’s Tingting’s walk outside the door. He smiled and waved at him, closed the door little by little, and closed his hope of fleeing, one after another. The black man rushed over, tore him away, and abused him.
Murong Yan's eyes are red, angry shouting through the clouds, resounding through the clouds: "Murong Xue!"
Murong Xue outside the house turned a deaf ear, Shi Shiran went under the Qionghua tree, sitting on the lounge chair leisurely, complaining dissatisfied: "Deep in the middle of the night, running here to disturb my dreams, it hurts me to sleep, it is really a group of hates." ghost……"
There is no trace hidden in the dark, and the corner of his mouth is pumping: Ms. Murong has already learned the nuisances, and it is a revenge for herself...
The snoring of the man's sorghum, the sharp curse, the screaming of the screaming looming, Murong Xue Liu Mei slightly, her falling snow pavilion, it really became a place for some people to come, first a Murong soft, then It is a Murong Yu, the descendant of Du Shisheng, all good.
However, Murong Yu’s work is more ambiguous than Murong Rou, Murong Jian, and even more so, it can be said that it is blue and blue than blue...
A breeze blew through, bringing a touch of coldness, Murong Xue could not help but tighten the clothes on his body.
There is no trace of sinking, and suddenly appeared: "Murong girl, do you want to make a cup of hot tea?" The inner room of the falling snow pavilion is going on a big battle, not suitable for getting clothes, as for his clothes, hehe, he dare not give Murong girl draped...

No!
Murong Xue shook his head and smiled slightly:
I will soon be able to enter and fall into the snow pavilion to watch the fun, not to freeze...

Nothing to understand, Nod, Murong was young and young, and his mind was very poisonous. He arranged so many calculations for Murong girl, and certainly arranged a lot of people to watch the fun...
"Ah...help...help..." A scream of sorghum came out from the interior of the falling snow pavilion, penetrated the clouds, and rang through the clouds. The people of the town hall were all shocked, from all directions, the mighty Going to the falling snow pavilion, the first two people, it is Murong Jian and Zhou.
Standing outside the falling snow pavilion, listening to the men’s high and low squats, and the blushing heartbeat, the unmarried people all bowed their heads, one by one, and the little ones laughed unnaturally. It’s full of faces.
Murong Jian’s eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, as if he had never imagined this would be the case.
Zhou’s eyelids were slightly sag, and the bottom of the cymbal flashed a touch of undisguised ridicule: a female Yu Duo, Murong Xue, a small monk, couldn’t lose his name, as long as she ruined her, the glory of her children would not Far……
"Snow, what's wrong with you..." With a silky towel rubbing his eyes, Zhou's careless rushed to the bedroom, slammed the door openly, and the thick extravagance blew his face and smoked her. Tightly frowning, hurriedly covered the nose and mouth with silk.
Looking up, I saw a lot of black clothes were torn and ragged, the east piece, the west piece scattered, messy, more than a dozen men of the naked body surrounded by a circle, pressed the most The man in the middle, doing the most primitive movement...
In the middle of the person, the eyes are closed, the pale face is bloodless, and the white skin is covered with a piece of blue-violet bruises. The face of the green and beautiful show looks at Zhou’s bang, and the mind is awkward: Hey, how is she? Will you see your face? Is it not a blind eye?
"Hey, the young master... is the young master..." Xiao Yan’s screams shouted into the ear, and Zhou’s awakened, looking at the young man who was surrounded by the men in the middle of the middle, and her heartache was overwhelming. Shouted: "Quickly pull those kneeling men away..."
"Yes, yes..." Hey, hey, the little ones are waking up like a dream, rushing forward, grabbing the men's arms and pulling them out...
(End of this chapter)