Chapter 622: The tomb of the tomb is too stuffy. Sao 10

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After all, regardless of everyone's reaction, I took a room card directly from Liang Qi's hand and looked at Luo Yufeng. She was busy with the ups and downs.
Han Yu wants to cry and tears and looks at the backs of the two who are carrying them. The little whispered, "The trough! The heart is wow, the old iron!"
"Brothers Day! You have no hope of robbing Murye!" Yang Liang smiled and patted his shoulder and didn't know what it meant.
Liang Qi, who is on the side, is also unclear.
Han Wei feels that this speaker clip is really awkward, but there is no way, who makes him lucky so good, even cheaply invited a master who please do not move.
Forget it, for his own life, and for the family mission of Xiao Fengfeng, he will bear it.

Luo Yufeng in the bathroom will wash off the layer of skin quickly, only some twisted and changed clothes to go out.
Inkwell sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her in a faint gaze, like a whirlpool trying to her in.
"That... I suddenly remembered that I have to discuss with Han Han." Luo Xiaofeng felt that the atmosphere was a bit strange, and inexplicably wanted to run.
"What?!" Mo Yan raised his eyebrows, with a tone of Mo Ming's oppression.
"On the matter of this ancient tomb." Luo Yufeng strong support for guilty, is to give himself an excuse to open.
She decided that no matter whether she will have a spirit tomorrow, she must go to Han Han tonight in the middle of the night, waiting for this ink to fall asleep and come back.
Otherwise, she always has a feeling that she will be innocent.
"To discuss with him, it is better to talk to me!" Mo Yan's mouth raised a rake, but with his cold face, it seems to be gloomy.
Luo Yifeng swallowed two steps backwards, and turned to want to run, but just after a move, he felt a cold body hit his body and pressed himself on the door panel.
A handful of bracelets in the waist of Luo Yufeng, one hand on the door, the cold lips gently leaning over her ear, the tone of the extreme cold north.
"Run?! You are so afraid of me?! Or you are guilty!"
"I... What can I be guilty of?" Luo Yufeng struggled to use all her strength to lick the arm on her waist, but the other side was still motionless.
Her heart was anxious, and her elbow forced her to attack the ink side of the ink.
He did not let go of the lock on Luo Xiaofeng, but before she could move, she quickly buckled the two arms that wanted to mess with one hand.
Then he circled the waist of Luo Yufeng again, lifted him up and turned to walk towards the bed.
"Let me go! What do you want to do! You are the speaker we invited, is this to the employer?!" Luo Yufeng slammed his legs and shouted loudly.
"Oh..." Mo Yan smiled coldly, then threw Luo Xiaofeng to the bed. "That money is not enough for me to help you see a grave. You think he is pleased." I?"
"Then why are you coming?" Luo Yifeng resumed his freedom, and he shrank into the bed, alerting the man who stood by the bed and looked at himself with a cold face.
If your father asks someone to protect yourself, the other party will definitely not be this attitude!
Shouldn't he really be the uncle in his family to kill himself? !
If this is the case, why doesn't he wait until he gets to the bucket and then do it himself? !