Long Live the Wild Wife: The Black Bellied Evil King Against the Princess

After receiving the eyes of Su Xianghan, Ling couldn’t help but glimpse.

He scratched his head -

Where did he do it wrong? ?

............

As we continued to the north, the weather gradually dimmed.

Su Xianghan has been walking around.

The people around me looked at her and never had the sympathy of the past.

I may have felt that Su Xianghan was gentle and kind, but after a few days, the views of her have gradually changed.

Along the way, I felt the sight of everyone. Su Xiang was so cold that his teeth were crunching.

She can't wait to leave on the spot, but she has already reached this point and can only continue to move forward...

The night is finally coming.

The team stopped again.

They have already made sufficient preparations long before they come.

Su Xianghan took a small tent from the bodyguard who took something from the other side and built it.

"Jun Qing, do you want to come over? You are a lady, how can you ignore your identity?" After that, they swept their eyes and sang them.

This way, Su Xianghan has been closely following the Fengchu song. After hearing the words of Su Xianghan, she refused without hesitation. "Nothing, I am with my sister Chu."

Singing, Su Xiang squinted at her. "Okay, what do you want, I am living alone in a tent, comfortable."

Lan Junqing swept the eyes of Su Xianghan, and his look was not light.

Turning his head and looking at the eyes of Feng Chu, "Chu Ge sister, ignore her, she is like this."

"Well..." Feng Chuge faintly smacked his lips. "Come on the handle, we will also come to the tent..."

"Sister, do you have a tent??" Lan Junqing looked at Feng Chuge and his party.

All three of them, almost all of them have no other objects in their hands, and have no salute at all.

Seeing that the blue Junqing was wide-eyed, the blue and green bamboo behind him covered their lips.

When Feng Chuge took out a tent from the heart of the hail, Lan Junqing was completely shocked -

"Yeah, there are really tents!!"

Feng Chuge gently lifted his lips.

This tent...or the imperial dust is prepared for her before she leaves...

The fascination of Feng Chuge glides in the heart of the hail, and when it touches a concentric knot placed inside, the look is more and more relaxed.

"Okay, come, set up a tent." Waiting for God to come back, Feng Chu song laughs.

"There is still a big one here. Take it to your brother and those guards."

When the guards took over the tents, they looked at the eyes of Fengchu songs one by one, and they became more and more hot.

This woman is really a good person...

Ling stood aside and looked at the scene. The reverence on his face was also deeper and deeper.

At the same time, it revealed a few minutes.

He really shouldn’t have, but he used to mistake the good guys as a liar! !

It’s a side of Su Xianghan...

Ling’s line of sight swept over the face and was stunned and unwilling to be a haze. When the sun was dark, he looked down and looked at the blue monarch who was unclear. “Young master, I think I understand. What you mean."

From the time of the present to the present, Lan Jun Ao only squinted his lips and looked at the scene.

After listening to the words of the moment, his thin lips and corners became more and more intense.

"Yeah." There was only a faint voice. He pushed the wheelchair lightly and went to the side. It was this time, coughing out violently...