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

The emperor smelled the dust and his brow moved. "Serve..."

"Senior brother, I still have something to ask this girl." The opportunity is rare, and the topic has already been mentioned. Qingya thinks, as long as you continue to ask something, it will definitely make Fengchu song completely impossible. At this time, she was willing to give up and laugh.

"I want to eat." The imperial tone suddenly cooled down, and the purple shackles were scattered with cold light and cold.

This cold tone directly reduced the temperature of the surrounding area by almost ten degrees, and people couldn't help but give birth to a chill from the bones...

If you are as smart as the emperor, how can you not know the sweet little tricks?

If it was changed, it was only good for him, but today she actually got her idea on the lady.

The dragon has a reverse scale toucher, and it is clear that the Fengchu song is his inverse scale.

The only reverse scale.

Qing Ya was also stunned by this sudden chill.

She looked at the emperor's face with no expression, knowing that the emperor was dusty and angry.

The emperor is angry and angry, and the consequences are very serious. Playing small, elegant and knowing this.

When I was young, all the people in the temple, even her beggars, who were once the lords of this longevity temple, almost did not dare to provoke the emperor.

Right now, even if you are unwilling, you can bite your teeth and nod. "Well, let's go to the restaurant, everyone is hungry, girl, I have a chance to talk later."

The elegant eyes fell on the Fengchu song.

The hypocritical eyes saw the phoenix songs licking hair. What she was trying to say, the imperial dust on the side was once again an expressionless opening. "Don't call her girl, she is the lady of this seat, your jealousy-"

"..." This is a real word, let the children on the side burst into sweat.

But everyone knows that this is the emperor's dust to emphasize his relationship with the woman, and declare his ownership...

The elegant face is already very white, but in front of everyone, she can only smile.

However, the image of her painstaking efforts over the years has been a bit cracked.

This meal, everyone eats that is different.

From the beginning to the end, Qingya is like a man on the back, and the vegetables in front of him have not moved a few chopsticks.

When the meal ended, Qingya was relieved.

The imperial dust and Fengchu songs have already left, Qingya raised their eyes and looked at the backs of the two of them, and the endless flashes of endless cold light! !

"Qingya Sister, the dusty brother, what's wrong with this, even if it doesn't give you a face, isn't it tempted by that woman?" With a clear face, Birou came forward and said falsely.

Although I know that Birou is deliberately saying this, but Qingya still can't stop to hate the Fengchu song from beginning to end!

At this time, Birou suddenly continued to faintly said, "Qingya Shijie, right now they are on our territory, our territory, how can we accommodate others?"

Qingya squinted and the eyes were cold.

That's right! This is in their territory! !

Changsheng Temple, now the Emperor has no shadow and she is the master.

Their territory does not allow others to let go!

When I think of the Fengchu song and the emperor before going to take the moonlight, she entered the Tibetan treasure pavilion from the trail and took it away. Qingya suddenly sneered out...

"You said it is good. This is in my place. I want to let anyone die, let anyone die!"