The exquisite little face in Xiao Yu’s hijab is red, whispering: “If a slave wears a wedding dress, it must be a fairy.”

The slave smiled, and the peach blossom looked at the little red marry in front of her eyes: "The slave is only wearing a wedding dress for the lady, can the lady be willing?"

"Okay! The slave is good when I am young."

"If the slave is a little girl, I am afraid that the lady of the lady will sleep on the floor every night."

"This little sly heart is really strong." q8zc

"Yes! There are only ladies in the heart of the slaves, and no one else can contaminate the lady."

"Giggle... then I still don't want you to do a little trick."

"Miss, do you want to marry a slave as a husband?"

"The husband can have it, but it is only necessary to become a man."

"Really?"

"fake."

The sedan chair was lifted to the front of the Xitang, and someone kicked the car door and took Xiao Yu out of the sedan chair.

The hijab was slightly swaying, Xiao Yu was hanging down, and saw the man wearing her flaming robes. Her heart moved slightly, and there was a light fragrance on his body. It was the scent of the robes and covered the phoenix. The fragrance of her own, Xiao Xiao's face is reddish.

"Feng Lingran..."

Nangong heard the words, his body was slightly stiff, and soon he recovered his normal color. The cold moon was like a calm lake, but his heart beat up slightly and he sold him.

He is nervous.

Xiao Yu’s ear is very good. He heard the man’s heartbeat speeding up, and he liked to cover the small mouth and rise slightly. Feng Ling would be nervous too?

There is a painting hanging on the wedding hall. The woman in the painting is white, and the beauty is not square. Her cold and proud eyes are like the mysterious girl above nine days. She has a white fur fox in her arms, although quiet. Kneeling in the woman's arms, but the black lacquered eyes reveal a domineering overlooking all beings.

When Nangong saw the portrait, his heart was slightly stunned, and suddenly there was an illusion that the woman in the painting matched the fox.

How come there are such strange ideas?

Nan Gongyi felt the murderous eyes of the slaves. He slightly looked away and looked at the quiet little girl in her arms. She flashed a gentle touch and hugged her into the happy hall.

Worship the heavens and the earth, worship the high church, directly skip the husband and wife, and enter the cave.

Nangong Yu slightly frowned, looked at the slave, she was deliberate, not let him and Xiao Yu complete the final step, this marriage is not achieved.

"Not in the room yet? Do you want me to be there for you?"

The slave girl looked at the Nangong Temple with a sneer, and did not put him in his eyes at all. Is this man with a young lady?

Nan Gong's face was a little blue, with a thin lip, no talk, and picked up Xiao Yu, and walked toward the room.

Miss is only a big point, this room is not a hole.

Entering the room, Xiao Yu was about to open the hijab, but was caught by the wrist.

"Hey, let the husband come."

Xiao Yu heard a gentle voice like a string, and a fierce shock in her heart. Isn’t Feng Lingran with her? Is it Nangong?

at this time.

Nangong's jade-like fingers opened Xiao Yu's hijab. Her delicate face appeared in front of his eyes, and the phoenix crown was swaying, and the small face of the carved jade was more beautiful. Nangong's fingers are gently placed on her pretty face, pink skin, and the best is silk.

Unexpectedly, she became his little lady so soon.

"How could it be you?"

Xiao Yu waved the fingers of Nangong, and burst into tears. She took off her phoenix crown and threw it on the floor. She turned and ran outside.

"Slaves, you give me out."

Xiao Yu is very angry, Nan Gong swears at her, then Feng Ling is not going to regret it? Can't do this, Feng Ling is her, how can I feel sorry for her?

She doesn't want to cherish the phoenix, even if it is fake.

When Xiao Yu didn't leave the room, he was hugged from behind.

"It is this palace, are you disappointed?"

Nangong’s cold voice is lustful.

Xiao Yu’s fingers stripped Nan Gong’s hand and trapped her palms. The tears hung in her eyes: “Nan Gong, I’m sorry, I only treat you as a friend, never thought about being with you. It’s just a misunderstanding. You know, everyone. They are all working hard to go out, this marriage is just a play, it can't be done."

Misunderstanding? A play?

Nangong’s fingers are getting tighter: “You take it as a play, but this palace is really serious.”

She was in front of his eyes, and he became his wife. He would not let go of this opportunity, and would not let her go back to Feng Lingran.

Even if the two countries fought, he would not return her to Feng Lingran.

"Nan Gong, don't do this." Xiao Yu couldn't peel his fingers, and his heart was anxious like a fire. She was going to stop Feng Ling and regret it.

Nan Gongyi still refused to let go, Xiao Yu bite his teeth, cold voice: "Nan Gong, don't force me to do it for you."

The Nangong twilight is getting darker: "Do you hate this palace, to this point?"

Xiao Yu wants to say no, she doesn't hate him, just wants him to let go of her.

But at this time, Xiao Yu couldn't explain more with him. He didn't take a minute, Feng Lingran and Xiaer... Xiao Yu didn't want to think about it, and even more unwilling to hold Feng Ling's cherished child in the car. Go to the Xitang Hall and worship the heavens and the earth, Gaotang.

Xiao Yu raised his palm and closed his eyes. He secretly said a word to Nangong in his heart. The small palm suddenly hit the chest of the South Palace.

Nangong didn't see Xiao Zhang's palm. He missed it and took the palm. The blood spurted out of his mouth and scared Xiao Yu.

"Why not hide? Why?"

Xiao Yu muttered to herself, and her heart began to groan again. She just wanted to force him to retreat. He never thought about hurting him.

The thin lips of Nangong Temple are reddish with blood, and the pale face is like a fragile thin ice.

"Hey, this time, you killed me, and I won't let you go."

Nangong 湚 suddenly looked down, Xiao Yu in the loss of feeling felt a small mouth and a cold, a thick red printed on it.

Xiao Yu Kong suddenly became bigger, the heart was about to jump out of the eyes of the blind, and she pushed the Nangong Temple hard.

However, a cold murderous murder came over.

Xiao Yu instinctively pushed Nangong to open his arms and put them in front of Nangong Temple: "Don't kill him."

When I saw the red robe man standing at the door, Xiao Yu was completely stunned. It was Feng Lingran.

His handsome face is like a cold ice, a red robe, and his body is murderous, like a cursing flower on the other side of the Buddha, the leaves are never seen, the love is not the cause and effect, and the fate is bound to life and death.

Feng Lingran’s sight fell on the lips of the little girl’s lips. The blood was printed on Nangong’s seal. In such a short time, Nangong’s sister and her developed to this point, if he was to take another step... Feng Ling Then the killing in the shackles is more prosperous.

"Feng Lingran, not what you saw, you listen to me..."

Xiao Yu saw Feng Ling Ran's cold look, and his heart panicked.

Nangong湚 smiled, and the black scorpion also contained a smile. Like the winner, he put Xiao Yu into his arms and deliberately said: "My little lady, don't have to explain to him, this is a man's business, I and Feng. Ling Ran will solve it in a man's way."

The way men solve?

Feng Lingran's thin lips smacked a cold smile, his palms palm, and suddenly shot a palm, Xiao Yu and Nan Gong's bed behind him, a bang, became a broken wood.

"Hey, are you his little lady? Um?"

Feng Lingran black sly staring at Xiao Yu dangerously, as if she dared to say a "yes" word, the next second, broken into wood residue is Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu shuddered and kept shaking his head.

"No, I am not. This is the bureau set up by slaves. I don't know that the person to marry is him..."

"Good, come over."

Xiao Yu wants to leave the arms of Nangong, but he is very tight and can't let her go.

Feng Lingran black 眸 眸 血 血 , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , 手指 手指 手指 手指 手指 手指 手指 手指 手指 手指 手指 手指 手指 手指 手指 手指 手指 手指 手指 手指 手指 手指 手指 手指 手指 手指 手指 手指 手指 手指 手指 手指 手指 手指Xiao Yu, on the palm of Shangfeng Lingran.

The opposite of the two palms, the thick internal force, instantly hit the Nangong Temple.

Xiao Yu saw Nan Kui's weak body smashed the table, her heart hurt, and the instinctive wanted to run toward him, but Feng Lingran grabbed his arm and reached his arms. .

Feng Ling violently wiped off the blood on her lips, over and over again, the black sputum was gloomy and terrible.

Xiao Yu’s heart shook and felt that his little mouth had to be scratched by him. He still didn’t let go of her, still rubbing hard.

Xiao Yu was very dirty and painful. The full small forehead appeared a fine cold sweat. She held back to Feng Lingran’s arms and went to see the impulse of Nangong. She told herself over and over again that she liked Feng Lingran. The person she likes is Feng Lingran.

"The treasures have appeared, come on, come on."

Wan Haoyu used the sound of internal force to penetrate the wall and pass it to this happy room.

Treasure? dowry?

Xiao Yu’s heart moved, she looked at Feng Lingran, and her heart was a little unpleasant. The treasure appeared, there was only one possibility, that is, Feng Lingran and Xier’s family were married.

Why is this happening? why?

Xiao Yu’s heart was sore and uncomfortable, she almost cried, but she held back. She told herself that this was just a conspiracy of the slave, and she and Nangong’s pro-independence did not count, Feng Lingran and Xi’er became friends. Not counted.

Xiao Yu and Nan Gong Yu became pro, knowing that they are not qualified to question Feng Lingran, she did not ask anything, nor said. No matter what happens here, everyone will not take it seriously after going out.

Feng Ling did not go out immediately, and the black scorpion was staring at the Nangong Temple on the ground, lifting his palm again.

Xiao Yu’s heart was amazed and grabbed the arm raised by Feng Ling: “Don’t kill him, Feng Lingran, you know, I’m in the middle, you killed him, I’ll be dead. ""

Nangong’s face was pale as paper. He looked at Feng Lingran with a smile, and the thin lips filled with blood were silent. “Xiao Yu is the little lady of the palace.”

Feng Ling Ran Jun face iron blue, I really want to kill this idiot, want his little fox, do not look at whether he has that qualification?

Feng Ling suddenly picked up the broken bowl on the ground, waved his palm, and the sharp bowl flew toward the right arm of Nangong.

"Let's come, come on."

Wan Haoyu’s anxious voice came again.

Feng Ling was black and moving, holding Xiao Yu disappeared in the happy room.