Xiao Yu nodded and suddenly grabbed the slave's arm. The wet eyes looked at her with pleading eyes: "Xiao Gu is born pure and loses maternal love because of me. Slave, you promise me, from now on, no matter what happens. You can't hurt Xiao Gu."

The slave has never seen Xiao Yu’s pleading eyes. Xiao Gu’s position in her heart is not like a younger brother, but she has already won her brother.

How can he bear to reject the lady?

"Well, the slave promises Miss."

Say the other end.

Qin Guan returned to the Qin government, and his heart was full of anger, and his mouth couldn’t help but rise up. His brain circling the face of the slave.

boom.

Qin Guan thought too deeply, did not notice the front, so it was so straight and hit the door, the rough palm touched the forehead of the pain, and finally returned to God.

"Master, are you okay?" Suddenly a voice rang around Qin Guan, and Qin Qin jumped.

"Globe, how do you follow me behind the ghost?"

Xiao Yan said with a bitter face: "The slave has just called you several times. I want to remind you that there is a door in front of you. But the old man has been moving forward like a evil, and he simply ignores the slaves."

Qin Guan’s big hand patted it on Xiao’s head, and the tiger’s eyes screamed: “You are evil, I just wanted to be a big thing in the DPRK.”

Xiao Yu believes that "the old man is in the court, the heart is the people, the master is fortunate."

"Is it not?"

After Qin Guan finished, the ear roots were a little red, and they ignored the small cockroaches. They pushed the door open and went in, looking at the bed.

He went to the bed, took the jade pillow, took a portrait from the bottom of the dark, and opened the portrait with a rough finger slightly twitching. A beautiful red woman lay on the bed, her fingers were slender, white. Such as Ziyu. That face can be demon to the city, the peach blossoms look forward to glorious, and exudes a gloomy suffocation. The red dress is like blood, and it is like the other side of the bloodthirsty flower. The woman's skin is condensed and white.

Every time Qin Guan saw this portrait, he was afraid and loved. Her eyes were poisonous, and she knew that she would be poisoned, but she was very happy.

Qin Guan looked at it for a while, his face was red, and he was uncomfortable. He swallowed the image and his eyes fell on the flat chest. Qin Guan seems to think something wrong? When he thought about it, there was a huge pain in his mind. His facial features were distorted, but he did not give up his strength. He was afraid of ruining the portrait in his hand.

It seems that I have lost an important memory. When I think deeply, his head will be extremely painful. What happened to him?

As night falls, the moon is on the branches, the stars are full of the sky, and the night is getting deeper.

A special aroma drifted into the Qin government, and the door of Qin Guan opened strangely and slammed.

"who?"

Qin Guan is very alert, and with a little movement, he will wake up. If not, in the battlefield, he is afraid of being attacked by enemy soldiers and how many times he has died.

The candlelight was instantly lit.

Qin Guan saw the red-blooded demon woman, lazily leaning on the chair in his room, Qin Guan almost thought he was wrong.

"Son girl?" He rubbed his eyes hard, his heart beat like a madman, when he blinked, he saw the face of the slave who made him think again. Qin Guan’s rough face was a little red: "Really It's you?"

"Off customs." The slaves of the peach blossoms turned slightly, the charms of the soul, the soft voice, called Qin care are crisp, he played with the fingers of the long Yumei, slowly said: "I have something wrong. I understand, can you answer me?"

Qin Guan excitedly got up from the bed and put on his robe: "What do the slave girls want to know? I know everything, and I can’t say anything." q8zc

The slave sorcerer smiled, put down his fingers, and the peach blossoms looked at Qin Guan. The lips of Hong Yan were one by one: "Where is the messenger of the Holy Land?"

"Son girl, you are going to..."

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Regent Palace,

Xiao Yu woke up in the middle of the night, her head covered with cold sweat, she gasped, her eyes panicked, put on her clothes, went out of bed, and walked toward the room where her body was lying.

Xiao Yu pushed the door open, and the figure of the slave was not seen in the room. She walked in and picked up the Flintstone and lit the fire candle. She glanced at the ear of the eye that was closed with the eyes of the Linghua, and it flashed softly. Xiao Yu, who had her eyes closed, looked at the familiar little face as pale as paper, and there was no interest.

Just now, she made a strange dream. The soul of the cherished child was awakened, and she left the body and attached it to her body.

How can this be?

If so, her soul has long returned to her body.

Xiao Yu saw the body of the bed still closed her eyes, she gave a slight relief, but it was a dream, how can it be taken seriously? She thinks too much.

"Where did the slaves go?"

Xiao Yu had some doubts. She was in the middle of the room for a moment. She didn’t see the slaves coming back. She was a little lacking. She blew out the fire, went out, and went back to sleep.

Xiao Yu saw the long night in the night, her body stood a long figure, her heart suddenly jumped, to see the man's face, Xiao Yu's heart was slightly loose.

"A scary person will scare people, Master, so late, why don't you sleep?"

The man did not answer her, his hands were behind him, and the moonlight was on his face, which was even more beautiful, and the beauty was unparalleled. However, this is not a piece of warm jade, but a piece of cold jade.

Xiao Yu hit a sigh of relief and walked to the man. His little hand patted his chest: "Master, now it’s three more days, you are going to sleep! The child is also very sleepy."

"What are you doing in her room?"

Feng Ling suddenly spoke, and the black smack glanced at the small hand that was shot on his chest.

Xiao Yu was struggling and shook his head. "I think more, nothing." Seeing his long body stuck in the door of her room, she looked up, her sleepy eyes glared at him, and muttered her mouth. : "Master, how can you chat with Ming Ming? You are sleepy."

Feng Ling was coveted, looking at Xiao Yu's vivid and pitiful expression, and his bottom was dark and surging, and his thin lips sneered.

Master?

When Xiao Yu felt that the purple clothes were not right, he suddenly lifted his big palm and smiled softly. The palm of his hand gently touched her head: "Well, the master will come again and chat with me tomorrow."

Xiao Yu showed him a sweet smile, and the point that just floated in his heart disappeared. She walked into the room from Feng Lingran's side, and then got a few more angry and went to bed.

This night, perhaps destined to make Xiao Yu unable to sleep, just fell asleep, and made some strange dreams. In the dream, she was stunned by Feng Ling and put her whole person into the water tank. He was stunned to drown her.

She struggled desperately, but Feng Ling’s hand was like a strong cockroach. She couldn’t struggle, and the water in the tank poured into her mouth. She heard a familiar silver bell laughter, a delicate little face. Appeared in the side of Feng Lingran, arms around the neck of Feng Lingran, the body of relatives posted on the back of Feng Lingran.

"Wang Ye, kill her, kill this little monk who pretends to be me, she is not worthy of you, this world, only I am equipped with you."

It’s the voice of the child, she looked at Xiao Yu, who was struggling in the water, and the eyes released a vicious light, as if in a jealousy: “Xiao Wei, you are the goods, who allowed you to invade my body? You dreamed too. Didn't you think? I was turned into a blessing in disguise, and since then, Feng Ling is mine, slaves are mine, Xiao Gu is mine, purple clothes are mine, and you, go to hell!"