Niu Fei Zai Xia

This is impossible!

With the temperament of my Yushu Lingfeng and a pear blossoming sea otter, how could it be impossible to even have such a small girl? !

And not only can't be lost, actually hate it!

Since I was a 16-year-old scholar, I have been out of the valley. Has it been treated by women in the past seven or eight years?

Not to mention the action of such a spit, at the moment the final exposure of the real face, he did not even hear a woman's heavy words. (Baidu search to force literature network update fastest and most stable).

The woman who is reserved again, in the face of the elegant son of the sound, is also the most shameful to retreat, will never be so unkind.

The son is in an incredibly tangled state.

Although the cloud damage on the first floor did not see the action of Wu Hao upstairs, but the reaction of the white man can basically be guessed that he must have been treated with rudeness, and he could not help but be happy.

At this time, the window in the middle room on the first floor was also opened. Zong Zhilian and others naturally look alert to the appearance.

"Interrupted and disturbed." Yin Gongzi immediately converges on the surprised expression, and gracefully puts a fist on everyone: "The younger brother has a great interest in the moonlight night, Xiaoming has a flute, and does not want to disturb the rest of you, but also hopes Haihan."

A night-time buddy heard it: "Hey, this grandfather, your room is on the second floor of the sky room, how come you go to the street in the middle of the night?"

Zong Zhilian and others saw him so polite, and there were folks who testified that they were not bad guys or suspicious people. They couldn’t say anything, and they all slammed their voices [good rest].

Became a public witness, the son of the son of the son is slightly suffocating, do not care about the buddy, re-enter the inn, carrying his hand and lifting the flute slowly on the second floor.

I can step on the second floor, but I can see the door of the central room. I don’t know when I have a big white paper.

Through the moonlight that emerged from the handrails, the son of the deep-sounding singer saw the word "smooth" written in thick yellow tea.

quiet? !

This is the two words written with tea, and the water marks still exist from the paper, obviously just finished writing.

Don't ask, naturally it's just a blow to your own little girl, and it's deliberately posted.

Still saying that I am playing the flute to bother her? Does she feel annoyed?

The head of the son of the son was slightly stunned, and a bite of white teeth bite, and I wished I could immediately reach out and tear the paper off.

Hold back, hold back! You are the most promising son of the Magic Valley, and you can be a mess because of a little girl. !

In the heart of the sound son, he constantly warned himself and gradually lowered the pressure of the fire.

Ok? This word is written in a delicate style, and there is also a style that is not weak.

Although the son of the son of the martial arts has been martial arts since childhood, the study of the calligraphy and writing book has not been neglected, and it has been well received by the family.

Looking at the word carefully, dignified and elegant, almost has become the cultivation of everyone's handwriting. The so-called people are like people, it is not difficult to feel that the writer is the beauty of the show.

In fact, when Wu Hao just wrote and wrote, he used the font of Mo Xiyu who had stolen the school.

Mo Xiyi is a real talented woman, and the hand is naturally good. At this moment, Wu Hao rushed out of handwriting, but it was quite horrible.

This little girl is not simple. The son of the son was stunned for a while, and the paper was gently peeled off with both hands.

The lights in this room are still on, I think the person in the room has written the words on the paper and has not extinguished the candle. The sound son guessed.

He did not think that this room is to take care of a dumb woman, only to keep the candle out.

The figure of the girl in the room is reflected in the candlelight, and the body is graceful.

The voice son extended his hand and wanted to knock on the door, but thought about it and put down his arm.

At night, knocking on the threshold of a woman's bedroom is not in line with the image of a gentleman who wants to leave it to the girl.

Image, image is the most important. The most important thing to tease a woman is to maintain an image before succeeding. In the heart, Yin Gongzi constantly reminds himself to pick up the rules of the girl.

Even if the clothes are turned off at any time in the future, you can't reveal your tail before you succeed.

This gimmick seems quite interesting, so check it out.

After standing at the door of this door for a while, he gently left.

As soon as he turned around, he saw two men standing there under the stairs.

The two men dressed in the same son, one with a fan, and one with a scar on his eyes.

The son of the son is slightly frowning.

I thought about the white little girl, and I didn’t notice that someone was close.

When the two men looked at each other, the son of the son of the fan shook his hand and went straight back to his upper house.

The two service martial artists who were hidden in the dark also quietly left with the son.

Zong Zhilian and Yan Yun injured each other and exchanged a look.

There was no expression on his face, and he walked upstairs and sneaked back in the door of the room.

He held a sword in his hands and he sat still in the door.

This is a dead heart. Zong Zhilian turned a blind eye and went back to the room to rest.

But he did not dare to sleep, just calm down and raise his spirits.

In the room, Mu Qingya got up early.

She is rebuking Wu Hao for being too angry. Just now, Wu Hao’s move to tease the son of the son was in her eyes.

Only she used sign language, and the sound of the sound of the son outside the door is not enough to sense the door.

"That man plays the flute, if you want to stop him if you are afraid that I can't sleep?" Mu Qingya said in sign language: "Thank you, your kindness, I understand."

Wu Haogang smiled and said that he was welcome, Mu Qingya and his sign language quickly said: "How can you suddenly make a strange action when he comes over? Make him fall in the air?"

"Oh... that's what he can't resist. I'm worried that he can't see my movements from afar, so ask him to see it clearly." Wu Hao shrugged his shoulders and said by candlelight: "At least ask him to come over." I will stop playing the flute. Whoever thinks that he is blowing the flute and pretending to float will come."

Wu Hao also said in a sign: "I guess he saw my movements, and he didn't keep his shape when he panicked. Hey, if you don't learn fine, don't show it!"

Mu Qingya took a deep breath and felt that she was a bit harsh.

Wu Hao had just been careful not to quarrel with herself, even the details of the ear that did not make a sound, and she was also very moved in the eyes.

Think about it, maybe you can't talk on your own, and let's endure too much nature on weekdays?

If Yao Yao is acting like this, it may not be too much?

Otherwise, the man gently tore off the message paper outside the door, there is no complaints?

Mu Qingya's thoughts are gentle, and he often thinks about each other. When he encounters inconsistencies, he is used to thinking whether he is wrong.

At this time, the man outside the door had already walked away and did not get angry. She put on her coat and went to the window to close the window. She also collected the writing brush and tea cup on the table.

The pen and paper are available in the superior rooms. Just a moment ago, Wu Hao did not have time to grind the ink block, and directly grabbed the tea kettle when the ink was written on the paper.

Wu Hao quickly helped.

Mu Qingya stopped to pack up the action~www.NovelMTL.com~ and said in a sign: "Then you shouldn't use the tea to write a book and smother it on the door."

"I'm afraid he doesn't have long-term memory." Wu Hao replied in sign language. At the same time, my heart is awkward. You obviously watched me do this, didn’t you stop it?

In fact, it is because Mu Qingya left the ancestors after entering the sect, although the general trend is good, but the exclusion of discrimination due to hoarseness is still quite a lot. It is rare that Wu Hao cares about herself so much that she quietly likes to watch her busy for herself, so she did not stop it.

Mu Qingya did not blame Wu Hao in sign language, but it blew out the lights. Then she pulled her hand and went to sleep in her bed.

Wu Hao was with her beautiful girl for the second time, and she couldn’t help but be overjoyed. Sure enough, good people have good news!

"Hey, wait, Mu Qingya, why don't you take off your skirt?" Wu Haogang huddled with her on the bed and asked quickly.

Mu Qingya wrote in Wu Hao’s hand: “It’s not a problem. You can’t do anything boring, and you’ll have to pull it back.”

Write this sentence, Mu Qingya secretly smiled. I thought that she had just crept to the window and looked at the people who played the flute. It really felt very interesting and had a sense of warmth.

"Hey? How did you blow out the lights?" Wu Hao noticed that Mu Qingya was writing in her own hands and immediately realized that she had blown out the lights.

Mu Qingya slowly wrote in her hand: "If you are with me, you don't need a candle."

With such a write, I feel a little embarrassed to let Wu Hao, who is full of heads thinking about the same oil.