Chapter 941: Lesson snow

Chapter 941 Lessons Cher
Murong Xue screamed at Ouyang Shaohao, but she wanted to pretend, but Ouyang Shaohao was too dark, forcing her to stop, and blaming Ouyang Shaohao, wearing her only symbolizes the identity of the hostess of Xiaoyao Wangfu. But the white jade bracelet that can't be picked off, otherwise, Ouyang Shaohao can find her so easily...
"It's not a problem with the white jade bracelet. You leaked your own identity. Your easiness is too bad. You can easily face this face... It's too ugly. I can see the flaws at a glance!" Ouyang Shaohao Saying, reaching out and grabbing a pill that had been dyed with a potion, wiped her cheek hard, and the feeling of disappointment spilled over.
Murong Xue's bright face instantly darkened, like a kitten with only a hairy hair. He slammed into Ouyang Shaohao, waving his arms and slamming him: "You are ugly, your whole family is ugly...

The rain-like intensive fist fell on the arm of Ouyang Shaohao, the chest, the blunt pain, Ouyang Shaohao flashed a touch of helplessness, toward Murong Xuedao: "I mean you are easy to ugly, not Say you are ugly, what do you react so much?"
"Because I am easy to use this, it is my most realistic look." Murong Xue gnashed his teeth and said, adding to the strength of the beat.
Ouyang Shaoyi stunned, and suddenly remembered that Murong Xue was a man after thousands of years. The face she used now is her appearance after thousands of years.
He thought that she was on a whim, and she just found a face to look at. I didn't expect that she was easy to return to her original appearance...
Ouyang Shaohao looked at Murong Xue carefully and saw her east piece of Yi Rong being wiped, and the west piece, but it was still visible in the vagueness. It was a beautiful little face... Beautiful woman, she was abandoned by the husband. Ugly, it will be very angry...
"Let you say that I am ugly, let you say that I am ugly..." Murong Xue is like an angry little beast, who beats Ouyang Shaohao without hesitation, and the blunt pain spreads over the body and becomes more Deep pain, Ouyang Shaohao did not care, his eyes sank, and he was preparing to praise Murong Xue for a few words, let her eliminate the qi, faint scent of lotus seeds mixed with if there is no cold plum aroma, Ouyang Shaohao Deep eyes slammed and slammed up, grabbed the small hand that Murong Xue waved, and looked at her for a moment without saying: "Who are you with?"
Murong Xue struggled a few times and failed to break him. He did not suffocate him. "I am not with anyone." When Ouyang saw her, she was completely alone...
"Who are you with before I see you?" Ouyang Shaohao looked at Murong Xue, and the obsidian-like eyes flashed with a rare dignified color.
Murong Xue suddenly appeared Zhao Zhengyu holding her picture. Her eyes flashed unnaturally, and she did not change her face: "Nobody, I have always been shopping alone..."
"Yes? How can you have a man's breath in your body?" Ouyang Shaohao looked at Murong Xue for a moment, and Qingyue's voice was full of teeth.
Murong Xue was shocked. She had Zhao Zhengyi’s breath on her body? How can it be? Zhao Zhengyi held her for a minute at most. She walked on the street for so long, and she blew for a long time. The cold plum aroma that was contaminated on him should have been blown away. How could it still be there? Residue...
Murong Xue pulled up his sleeves, and the clothes sniffed carefully, smelling the fresh and indifferent fire lotus, faint, and a trace of cold plum aroma... It seems that there is no cold plum aroma... there is a hint of indescribable Man's masculine breath...
Murong Xue’s desire to cover it, seeing that Ouyang Shaohao’s face was dark and angry,
Who are you with?

"Nobody, maybe when I was walking on the street, I was close to a pedestrian and I got the breath of him..." Murong Xue blushes back: Ouyang Shaohao does not like her close to other men. She was hugged by Zhao Zhengyi and must not let him know...
"Is it?" Ouyang Shaoyan said coldly, clutching Murong Xue's wrist and lifting it to her. She saw a black circle on her left wrist, reflecting the white wrist, and she couldn't tell the shock: " The stranger on the street will catch your wrist and be so badly?"
Murong Xue’s eyes flashed unnaturally. The stranger naturally wouldn’t hold her wrist and pinch her wrist. It’s definitely an acquaintance. However, this acquaintance can be fabricated with her. She will be the person. Said that the understatement, Ouyang Shaohao should not be pursued again: "I just met a friend, just a lot of people on the street, afraid of being scattered, only clinging to my wrist, careless, grabbed the force... ..."
"Yes? If he just grabbed your wrist, you should be a wrist, his arm is dyed with his breath, not like the present, the clothes are full of breath." Ouyang Shaohao looked at Murong Xue, deep eyes There is a storm in the storm, the thin lips are light, and the cold and cold spit out a fact: "You have had more intimate contact, for example, hug!"
Murong Xue only felt a bang, and his mind was a glimpse. After half a sigh, he only reacted. Did Ouyang Shaozhen guess the truth? Didn't she get it wrong? With a hint of breath, he guessed the truth of the matter?
Suddenly there was a sharp pain in the wrist. Murong Xue suddenly returned to God. I saw Ouyang Shaohao sitting in front of her, clenching her wrist and saying, "Who is that person?"
(End of this chapter)