Chapter 1602, The Little Palace Lady of the Mentally Retarded Prince (112)

As a result, she just hesitated, and a heavy body behind her has already rushed over, just like a hungry tiger prey.

Bai Weiwei reached out and pushed Ning Jiu Mo away, but she did not wait for her to meet him.

His hand had already licked her belt and the two men rolled into a ball.

Falling into the grass and falling into a grass.

The grass was deep and the two men snorted at the same time.

Bai Weiwei was hit by the waist and could not climb up.

She is too powerful to use.

Ning Jiu ink face sullen, pulling her belt, and clinging her hands.

When Bai Weiwei tried hard, the belt broke open again.

Ning Jiu Mo is full of bloodshot eyes, suddenly pulled the sachet of the lower back, screaming at her nose and mouth.

Bai Weiwei had precautions, held her breath, and did not inhale much.

Her hands tied with a belt slammed his face.

Ning Jiu ink was dizzy, and when the hand was released, the whole person fell out.

Powerful is not a joke, if it is not Bai Weiwei still remember this guy, is the target of Raiders.

She has no mercy, and it is estimated that she can be re-informed as a mental retardation.

Bai Weiwei endured the pain and wanted to get up from the ground.

However, the mouth of Ningjiu’s mouth is bloody. He looks at her in a gloomy manner and suddenly smiles softly: “Mother?”

Bai Weiwei looked at him with his lips, and the grief in her eyes appeared, for fear of what he saw.

She suddenly bowed her head. "In the future, we will not meet, my Highness."

Ning Jiu Mo smiles, the laughter is a bit stern.

"Don't you meet? Mother? You are awesome, and you have given the old king eight even the queen's position to you. Are you giving him the body?"

Bai Weiwei was stiff, and her anger made her look up, her eyes were full of burning anger.

"Ning Jiu Mo, can you not be so dirty? I don't."

Ning Jiu ink stared at her face, her voice trembled. "No? I don't believe."

The old king is more cruel and cold.

More selfish, in addition to the benefits of cultivation, he does not care.

Even the children don't care.

If she doesn't pay anything, how can the old **** love her so much.

Ning Jiu Mo holds her face in both hands and touches her shoulders, waist and thighs.

His cold face is now irritable.

"Where does the old king touch you? Here? Is it here?"

Bai Weiwei wants to struggle. Ning Jiu Mo has no matter how to use her hands to hold her. "You hit me, anyway, your strength is bigger than me, kill me."

In the end, in a fierce tone, it turned out to be aggrieved.

Bai Weiwei did not struggle, but said helplessly: "Ning Jiu Mo, are you a fool? Send me away, you will rebel, and there is no difference with suicide."

Ning Jiu ink has a stiff body.

He put his finger on her back. "So you sacrifice yourself and want to be my mother?"

Bai Weiwei did not answer this question, but said softly: "I will protect you."

This sentence, listening to sweethearts on weekdays.

At the moment, it is a **** smell of heartbreaking.

Ning Jiu Mo listened to this, really hate, hate into the bones.

He whispered, "Do you have to make your own claim?"

Bai Weiwei was somewhat helpless to see him.

It seems that he does not understand his words.

Ning Jiu Mo has been red-eyed and said with a word: "Whoever makes your own claim, you have to protect me, you can use it to change. I can go to the throne, the emperor can kill myself, only You don't have to change it. Why do you make your own efforts to kill all my efforts?"

(End of this chapter)