Venerated Venomous Consort

Seeing her ruthlessness, seeing things differently, cold and decisive -

He hates her!

Hate is often sitting up in the midnight dream, the night can not be embarrassed, just want to avenge her...

But now that I saw the demon of the Master's demons, he did not know how to do it for a while.

He is a creation **** who has been practicing for tens of thousands of years. The kung fu is naturally very high. Therefore, the ice that the demon **** has made is not frozen, but it is very uncomfortable.

He is still unbelievable when he is carrying a woman in white.

He didn't think that the past life was so heartless, as if anyone had anything to do with the master, there would be a demonic, or such a powerful demon!

What was the spirit of Master in the past?

He took a step back and took a step forward. He smiled slightly: "Master, what wine do you want to drink? You are going to find it for you."

The woman in white slightly licked her mouth, seemingly stunned: "What kind of wine do you want to drink? What kind of wine does the deity want to drink?" She stroked her chest and squinted at the eyebrow: "The deity is very empty, very uncomfortable, very painful." Want to drink, drink just fine..."

Brahman: "..."

Is Master's heart a wine?

He has given her a few decades of apprenticeship, naturally knowing her taste, and knowing what kind of wine she likes, but because he has hate in his heart, he never drinks the ones she likes.

Even if there are a few of them that he originally liked, and because she didn't like it.

So although he also brought wine, he did not like her, and none!

At this moment, she is full of despair and despair, and his heart is like a silk thread! Silk is a pain!

He suddenly regretted it!

Knowing this, he brought her in love...

He asked the candle dragon to follow the soul for twenty days before he found the continent.

The candle dragon Xiao Black told him resolutely that the pink candlestick that was cut in the middle of the river was in the desert of this continent.

He naturally found it. He asked him a little outside the desert and found out what was special about the desert.

However, he did not mind.

He thought it was a ghost of a pink candle. After all, the candle dragon is a fire, and it is very easy to make a desert hotter and hotter.

As for those who can’t come back, it’s natural to be eaten by the candle dragon...

Holding this speculation, he walked into the desert with the candle dragon black, but did not expect to see the white woman standing there fluttering, seeing the man like a disciple wants to hold her ——

He was naturally furious, and he subconsciously took the opportunity to laugh at the heavens!

He looked up at the woman in white, who was still awkward. He said softly: "Master, do you like to drink the green plum bar? Let's go out and find it for you. Are you waiting for me?"

The woman in white stopped paying attention to him. She looked at the sky and hugged her arms and murmured: "It's so cold! Where did the sun go? Cold died..."

Her eyelashes also seem to be frosted, and the thin body seems to be broken into **** when the wind blows: "I am so cold..."

She looks like a general fragile, and the heart of the sacred world is banging in the mind, and the blood in her chest is soaring. She wants to hold her in her arms to warm her up, so that her pale, unspeakable face can become red.

He stepped forward and opened his arms slightly: "Master..."

"Hey!" A huge, dark, cold body broke into his arms, and he took a nap! The black voice of the candle dragon sounded from the top of his head: "I am cold! I am warm!"

Brahman: "..."

He lifted his leg and pulled the goods out: "Roll!"

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All these days are busy, the code word time is limited, sorry.