Dear Princess, Run Slowly

"Yes..."

Can't you really see your feelings for her?

Or is your love so cheap?

Yunnuo's originally warm and handsome face was covered with an unusual layer of sadness.

Suyan naturally knows yunnuo's heart, but what she likes is Li brother. As for yunnuo, she is completely hanging him.

In modern times, it is commonly known as spare tire.

Yunnuo looks at Suyan. His eyes are very complicated. He can't see the color of his eyes.

"Yan'er..."

"Brother yunnuo doesn't even want to be busy?"

Suyan turns around and seems to ignore yunnuo.

Yunnuo looks at Suyan's back bitterly.

Still so small, or so simple.

It took a long time to squeeze a word out of my teeth.

"Well, it's good for Yan'er to be happy."

Yunnuo low eyes smile.

Looking at Su Yan's beautiful face, she never smiles at herself, even though she has done a lot.

Even if it is Love, no use, no use.

Yunnuo turns around frustrated. Suyan sees yunnuo's face is wrong and frowns discontentedly.

But he came forward and hugged yunnuo's arm.

"Brother yunnuo is the best to Yaner!"

Suyan hugged for a while and then released, leaving yunnuo in place, staring at his shadow.

"What am I doing?"

He didn't know, he didn't know what that meant.

Yan'er likes Jun Mo Li after all.

Looking back at the direction of Suyan's departure.

"Yan'er, brother yunnuo will help you for the last time."

At this time, Suyan didn't care about yunnuo. She was just preparing Junmo's dinner. Although Junmo couldn't leave for dinner, it was good to put on an appearance.

There was a silly smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Su Qianyue, you are not qualified to compete with the palace master."

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"pen dust, these slaves have no relatives."

Jun Mo Nian handed a list to bi Chen.

The latter took a look.

"Is there a soul refiner?"

Jun Mo Nian frowned.

"Yes, it is. It's just one, and it's a little poor."

Jun Mo Nian finally photographed the blue eyed boy from other people's hands.

Blue eye is the second best among the alchemists.

But in the next world, people with different eye colors are regarded as different.

She also saw the blue eyed boy being bullied by a bunch of little beggars in the street.

Although they are blue eyes, they are pure.

Pen dust frowned a little and took the twelve or thirteen year old slaves to a closed space.

"You are the first batch of killers prepared by our mercenary Association. It doesn't matter if you don't have accomplishments. Here, we depend on our strength to eat!"

Behind the hands.

There is a kind of superior momentum.

Bi Chen looks at the next 40 or 50 children. His eyes are in a trance. He seems to see the way he was in the middle world before he fell into immortality.

At that time, he was the supreme being in the world.

He is known as the king of purple gold.

The purple and golden pupil refracts a rainbow in the sun.

Jun Mo Nian sat down.

"Hey, you didn't tell me when you came here?"

The wind suddenly jumped down from the sky.

As soon as you see the wind, you immediately stand up.

"Madman, are you all right?"

Brush dust corner of the eye skims the wind that just came for thousands of years.

"Brother Bi Chen."

"You Do you like to jump in the sky

The pen dust doubts to ask for a long time.

Feng qianshiyileng, as if right, oh, he has been from the sky.

Jun Mo Nian came forward, just ready to hold the arm of Feng Qianshi, but suddenly realized that he was a bit out of his way.

The hand was awkwardly taken back.

"I thought you were going to die!"

Turn back and ignore the wind.

Feng Qianshi touched the lower wing of his nose, full of ruffian Qi.

"You just died. I'm so handsome. Yama won't accept it."

Jun Mo Nian frowned and looked at the blue eyed boy.

"Come out."

The blue eyed boy was stunned, but he came out slowly.

"Don't be afraid. Would you like to learn alchemy from me?"

The blue eyed boy looked up in surprise.

"I Can I practice? "

Jun Mo read helpless smile.

"Yes, you are still a rare alchemist!"

Jun Mo Nian touched the youth's head.Feng Qianshi took a look and looked away.

The dust of the pen came forward.

"Hey, you don't like that Jun Mo Nian, do you?"

The wind thousands of years, face a Leng.

"Who Who said that? How can I like that red eyed monster! "

Don't overdo the wind.

Bi Chen smiles.

I didn't ask again.