Nan Gongyi tried to find a trace of flaws on her face, but unfortunately, the fear and fear in her eyes were true.

Then.

This child is not Feng Lingran, is it true?

Nangong’s heartache is extremely painful. Like a knife twisted, the painful blood, black and cold, staring at her, the rising hatred, can penetrate her body and hate a blood hole.

Why is it alone?

The man’s identity is no more noble than him, and he has a wife. She is willing to be with such a man and is not willing to be touched by him.

This is not only a man's self-respect, but also a long time, so deep love, but she was thrown to the ground, trampled, the pain of the heart being torn, almost impossible for him to bear.

Nan Gongyi really wants to throw her out and give it to Feng Lingran. He believes that Feng Lingran’s temperament is more hot than him.

However.

Looking at this little face that made him dream, he was so fascinated.

Yuner stayed in a dull, blurred view, watching the back of Nangong’s departure, she had a lingering fear, but she could not guess the mind of Nangong’s sorrow. She said that she only hoped that Nangongyi could help her get rid of her children in the belly. Absolutely I don’t want to anger the Nangong Temple and send her to Feng Lingran. It is equivalent to pushing her into the abyss of never-ending day.

"Brother, what should I do?" Yuner covered his face and cried.

Bai Mu went to Fengfu. When he found Xiaoqi, he was being taken to the phoenix elders. Bai Mu directly injured the guardian of the essay, and took advantage of Xiaoqi, and the white shadow flashed. After, disappeared without a trace.

Feng Shaoqi just happened to see this scene, a slight surprise, black smashed through deep thoughts, who is the white girl? Fast and light work.

He saw that Xiaoqi was taken away, but he did not stop it. He came over and was also for Xiaoqi. After listening to people telling him the beginning and the end, he didn’t think Xiaoqi was wrong, but Fenghao was the son of Feng Er’s elders. Feng Hao was injured like this, and the elders of Feng Er will never give up.

At this time, for Xiaoqi, being taken away is the best arrangement.

Xiaoqi was taken to the place where Bai Mu practiced. The baby face was a little weird. He stared at the beautiful face of Bai Mu and finally remembered. Who is this woman?

"You nearly approached me twice, what purpose?" That time, in the Phoenix Mountains, she quietly followed him, if not Miss Jie, he had killed her.

Xiaoqi will never believe that this woman is so kind, complaining to a person who once wanted to kill her.

Bai Mu was a sigh of relief, and he was very tempted to kick out the man who had reported this enmity.

Waiting for Bai Mu to kick, Xiaoqi turned and left. He felt that Bai Mu was uneasy. At the beginning, she was still so bad, how suddenly changed now? With her current cultivation, I am afraid that he will be even better than he was.

What does this mean?

This woman is hiding too deeply. It is absolutely purposeful to save him today.

Bai Mu glared at his back, his fingers were trembled with anger. When his forefoot was about to step out of the house, her figure quickly floated behind him and grabbed the clothes on his back. Lost, lost the little seven back.

Xiaoqi’s back was on the bedboard, and there was a burning pain. When he cursed Bai Mu’s heart, she pressed her shamelessly and pinched his cheeks.

"I do have a purpose. My purpose is... to humiliate you."

Bai Mu bowed his head, and in the eyes, suddenly flashed the ruby ​​light, Xiaoqi saw it, and when she was very surprised, she blocked his mouth.

Bai Mu is already used to kissing Xiaoqi. It is better to say that it is a kiss, rather than a bite. She needs his blood, likes his blood, and bites his mouth every time, just like eating the most delicious candy.

In this world, for Bai Mu, nothing is better than Xiao Qi’s mouth.

Xiaoqi’s squatting, the cool lips are sticking up, it’s the softness and fragrance of a woman, but the act, and the scene just now, slamming the head of Xiaoqi, he knows, this is pressing him. Woman, not a person.