Bai Yueguang Breaks Up Everyday

"Swish -"

The tall and mighty men surrounded one person and one pig, and five or six bright silver swords were neatly placed on their weak necks.

"Poisonous woman! What did you eat for the master?!"

They pressed her fiercely.

He was so weak and couldn't help saying for himself, "That is what your master eats for himself."

The sword is held tighter.

What are you doing?

This is a fact!

For the first time, she witnessed someone who took a long life and took poison on the spot, just like a joke. She thinks that the employer's memory may be a little bit biased. It is not that any beautiful brother with a mole on the eyebrow is a beautiful little fairy, but it may also be a very sick Zuan little grumpy.

But it’s true to admit that it’s so weak that good-looking people have their own fairy filters even if they do stupid things.

She admired the embarrassment of the other party's red cheeks clamping the horse belly.

"People and pigs take it away!"

He gritted his teeth.

"Go back and whip the corpse!"

I haven't seen such a weak scene before, isn't it just pretending to be a grandson?

She adapts well and is very pitiful, "The hero, the concubine is just a deep-seated woman who can't stand fright. In case this sword doesn't have eyes long and the concubine wipes her neck, your master, alas, then you will suffer."

The man in black was hesitant to throw a rat avoidance, but he really didn't dare to hurt her.

The weak, surrounded by them, walked to the Zhaoye jade lion, handed a hand forward, clenched a fist, and said, "Hey, antidote."

The other party stretched out his hand impatiently.

Weakly grabbed his wrist, stepped on the pedal, turned on his horse, and hurriedly approached.

Stick to the face first, then to the shoulders, and finally to the back.

The little grumpy became smaller and quieter, and his back was stretched straight.

He is so weak and hugs his waist, thin and thin, exaggerated, it is not enough to grasp Yingying. She guessed that the little emperor loves to get sick, takes too much drugs, can't increase the force value, can't train the waist, thin layer, lacks the sense of strength and explosive power. Weak, thin, slender, and have the cold, hard edges and corners that a boy should have.

The man in black was shocked.

Poisonous woman, let go of my master!

"……roll!"

The blue veins protruding from the back of the little emperor's hand, he was irritable.

"Okay, the concubine is now out of your sight."

She was so weak and ran along the pole. She dismounted without saying a word. Instead, she was grabbed by the belt with one hand. At this time, the horse ran away, making her dizzy.

"This posture is not good, can you change it?"

In the swift wind, she yelled at him.

"To shut up!"

After a stick of incense, he was dragged off the horse by the little emperor's uncle, and staggered into a remote yard.

"Boom!"

Cranky and pretty kicked the door open.

He blinked weakly.

Inside were a group of gray-haired old men, **** like big crabs with torn flower sheets, with a bun stuffed in their mouths.

The pretty little emperor grabbed a trembling old man.

"I have been poisoned!"

"Hmm!"

"What are you! Antidote!"

"Hmm!"

"Fool! Don't you try again? I killed you!"

The little emperor took out a dagger, skillfully put it on the neck of the person.

The old doctor rolled his eyes and passed out.

So weak: "..."

That's horrible.

There is no reason to talk with the neurosis.

So weak reminds neurosis, take down the bun before questioning.

This round of questioning went much smoother.

"Little father... father-in-law son...cocoa possibility..." The old doctor's forehead was sweaty.

"Be nice! I don't want my tongue anymore, right?"

The neuropathy was at odds and drew the knife again.

"The young man is handsome, smart and brilliant. He must have been persecuted by the wicked man and ate something that shouldn't be eaten, causing the blood flow and the meridians to be disordered--"

"Talk about the point!"

The old doctor coughed slightly, his two chubby palms came together and gave a thumbs up, embarrassed to click.

"What is it? Do you dare to play with me? Your old bones want to fall apart, don't you?"

The old man was so bullied that he almost cried.

"No, boy, I'm telling the truth."

"Fart! So many small movements! I chopped off your finger!"

The old doctor wanted to cry without tears, "Little son, what the old man means is that if you want to relieve the poison, you can indulge appropriately."

Yan Henshui's face split on the spot.

She feels like it’s time for her to play, otherwise she will be cut off by her violent little beauty, “Since it’s a disaster caused by her concubine, her concubine is willing to bear it. Only after the matter is resolved, I hope that the hero will let her concubine go. The body is a way of life."

The other side gave her a glance, "Quick."

He was so weak and immediately ran away, and was hooked on his belt again. He stared anxiously, "Do you want to run?"

"The concubine is going to do things for the Lord."

He pursed his lips, not letting go.

So weak had to beckon, let the black-faced door gods come over, and gave them a silver coin.

Uncle Xiaohuang's eyes were straight, like a man on his back, gritted his teeth as weak as a stingy, and gathered a few more pills, "Thank you two..."

Before the man in black returned, he was weak and half coaxed and moved him to the wing.

There were still a lot of ice cubes in the cellar, which were so weak that the strong men smashed them into pieces. When the beautiful little emperor reluctantly entered the tub, she raised the basin and fell all over.

"Boom boom boom——"

Yan Henshui's head was hit again and again by ice cubes.

He grabbed her wrist and squeezed sullenly between her teeth, "Did you deliberately?"

Where can't he hit his forehead!

She was so weak, of course, deliberately. She ran well, but when she met this violent demon, she had to shelve her plan to wander the world. Who is not angry?

She slandered her heart, her mouth was sweet, "How can it be! Concubine body is just slippery!" She quickly changed the subject, "How do you feel like a hero?"

Yan Henshui's arms hung on the wall of the barrel, her pale face was stained with fierce red, and she was alluring like a ghost, her slender eyelashes were hung with drops of water, and Qing Lingling's black eyes were staring at her angrily, not cooling down. Signs.

Instead, he wanted to jump up and bite off his weak head.

"Boom—"

The door was knocked.

So weak and relieved, the rescuers came.

She quickly got up, opened the curtain to open the door, the strong powdery smell almost overwhelmed her.

One look, oh, good guys, eight.

She was so weak and declined the visit of the man in black, leading the women in line, and letting the little grumpy pick someone through a curtain of beads.

He bit her on the arm in one bite.

It's over, the madness mode is on.

"hiss--"

He was so weak and let out a sigh of relief, and tried to break his chin.

"Fuck!"

The little emperor's uncle's momentum made the women slip on the soles of their feet.

She was so weak and wanted to slip away, but couldn't slip away. The other party brutally bit her wrist, her cold cheeks pressed against the flesh, and her red eyeballs hooked her without blinking. So weak, she vowed that she would never be such a guy who surrendered for beauty. The next moment she was shaken by the pretty brother's fairy-like peach eye makeup.

What the **** are you doing so **** up!

She held his face in one hand, looked at each other, and asked a question deep in her soul.

"Brother Shui'er, can you raise pigs?"

Yan Henshui was not listening to her at all, and the tip of her tongue was spinning around her fingers.

He slapped him roughly on the forehead with such a weak slap.

"Will it? Answer me?"

The feeding process was interrupted, and the beast grinned with anger and gnawed her again.

As weak as patting a ball, he patted his head.

No answer, right?

Forced a crazy nod!

Pat, pat, pat the mosquitoes!

The irritable little pretty finally got angry, and got up abruptly, the broken ice splashed all over the floor, and the drops of water slid down the sharp jaw and fell into a line.

And so weak jumped up and caught him.

Yan Henshui shook, her arms instinctively supported this nasty thing.

They kissed.

A very long, very long kiss that was about to die.

So weak let go of people.

The fannyi entered his neck from his cheeks, and the other party was shining with tears and gasping for breath, almost suffocating to death because of breathlessness.

After half an hour, the door opened again.

The people in black swarmed in, nervous, "Master, are you okay? Do you want to subordinates, eh—"

Their master sits on a chair, with calm eyes, no sadness or joy, no desire or desire, plus a red mole on the eyebrows, like a transcendent monk who sees through the sins of the world's demons and ghosts.

Scientific name, saint mode.

The men in black are all stupid.

The master won't really want to become a monk next moment, will he?

"You talk, I'll go first!"

So weak pretended to say goodbye inadvertently, and just took a step and was lifted by someone's belt.

The pretty little emperor didn't lift his eyelids, and spoke like a normal person.

"Your man is here, don't run around."

Not only did she fail to escape, she was also carried back to the palace by someone, and met with her ex-grandmother and sisters.

They mixed up with courtiers, and they were all trapped in the Golden Luang Temple. There was a lot of water, Yingying Yanyan, number seven or eight hundred, and it was very spectacular.

The key is that they haven't been groomed for a few days, and they are so weak that they turned their backs because of the heavy smell of hair oil.

Everyone was tied up, kneeling down, only the weak came in behind Yan Henshui, and they also changed into the noble red suit. Like him, the red was so intense that Sao Zhen was in the audience.

They both wear red, so weak that they can't even get into the crowd.

To be honest, she couldn't think of what this lunatic was going to do? Does it mean that the palace must be dressed arrogantly, so there is ostentation?

The queen mother was supported by the old **** and yelled, "Dog man and woman! Not good to die! My God won't kill you with a thunder! My son is really blind! I married you a poisonous woman!"

Yan Henshui was impatient and raised his hand, "Noisy, cut his tongue."

The queen mother was silent.

In just half a month, taking advantage of the emperor's northward journey, the little emperor uncle launched a military remonstrance to encircle and suppress the harem.

So weakly pondering, this kind of forced plot must be the second half of the plot, why is it coming? There was such an event in the employer's memory, but she had stepped down at the time and did not participate in it, and she did not know the details. There have been several versions of palace changes circulating in the capital. Anyway, they praised the emperor and empress’s deep affection, and joined forces to fight the enemy.

It is said that the new queen scolded Xiao Huangshu thoroughly. He was ashamed of Yuan Qiao'er's broad-mindedness, and finally smashed his neck to thank the world.

Such a weak suspicion looked at someone who looked at the fairy's profile.

She thought that it was most likely that the lunatic felt too tired to live, boring, and burped himself. There is nothing wrong with the guy who tries to take the poison by mouth.

Yan Henshui carried a **** golden sword and walked up the stairs.

The ministers were silent.

He was sitting on a dragon chair with a golden sword and a sword in one hand.

Cherish the word like gold spit out a word, "Sit."

sit?

Who should sit?

Everyone speculated wildly, so weak with their eyelids drooping, and refused to admit it.

Yan Henshui became manic again.

"Hurry up, you're all done, what are you doing? Didn't you never sit down! Do I have to pull you up?"

Now that the big villain has spoken, she is so weak and pitiful, so she can only sit on the dragon chair aggrieved, and it is estimated that from now on, she will become a generation of demon queen.

Think there is a little excitement.

"Boom—"

A loud noise alarmed everyone in the palace, and thick smoke rose in the distance.

"Report! Enemy attack—"

"Your Majesty, your Majesty is back!"

Some people wept with joy in the chaotic sound.

So weak suddenly felt that the dragon chair under his **** was a bit hard.

This ship is sinking so **** fast.