Devil's Honey Baby

Therefore, it is conceivable that they have such a pair of clothes.

As one of the parties, Ji Zailin had no sense of shame to be said, and he still puffed with smoke in his hand.

And the eyes as black as the abyss narrowed slightly with the white smoke in front of them, which was incomprehensible and secretive.

Yao Jiang was not as calm as he was. His plain face turned red. He was not shy, but embarrassed.

But fortunately, at night, because of Sheng Tang standing outside, the tall shadow shrouded her face.

When Sheng Tang saw that Yao Jiang didn't speak, his quiet look was not like the women he had seen before.

As soon as his eyes lit up, he immediately muttered, "third brother, do you really like this type? Just right, tonight's booty is sure you won't let people! "

Say, ha ha of walked past.

Lin Zongyuan looked at Yao Jiang in the car. His standard peach eyes filled with an interesting smile. He looked at the grumbling Sheng Tang and said, "I said he liked it. Don't you believe it."

"Ha ha, believe it, I believe it."

With a smile, the man reached out to a round platform on the open dam in the distance and shouted, "look, tonight's booty, who wins and who gets!"

Yao Jiang vaguely guessed something from the conversation just now, and looked at the round platform with the words of the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

There was a woman with her back to them, wearing a white ancient dress. The cold wind blowing at night blew her wide sleeves, like a fairy standing in the wind, and could fly away at any time.

That's the moment.

The overlapping hands hanging in front of him slowly opened, and a White Damask jumped in his eyes.

The wind blew stronger and stronger, and the white silk ribbon flew up with her lifting action. At the moment when she was about to fall off her hand, her thin white fingers suddenly grasped it.

In an instant, the drum of "Dong Dong Dong" sounded, and the quiet posture of the previous moment danced rapidly with the drum sound like raindrops, such as the fairies in the nine world.

She is as light as a swallow, jumping from time to time, like a butterfly, swimming happily among the flowers; She sometimes spins, like white wings, spinning out countless stars.

The White Damask in her hand is inseparable from her hand, just like growing on her hand, flying dreamy flowers quickly.

It was very quiet around. Everyone's eyes looked at the woman until the rain like drum stopped, and the woman's soft body stopped at the moment when she wanted to go back in the wind.

Suddenly, a long drum sounded, always turning his back to their body and slowly passing by.

A beautiful face fell into the eyes of everyone present.

The air becomes thin and time stops at this moment.

Until a big "good" word overflowed.

The surrounding breath instantly boils, and the happy and excited whistles sound one after another, accompanied by the unpleasant words.

"Oh, this woman, I want it!"

"I'm going to sleep with her tonight!"

"For this woman, we must win!"

"Ji Shao, you'd better not participate and give your brothers a chance."

"Yes, you're not bad, either. There's only one in the car!"

All the voices around were blatant towards the lazy man.

When he heard the people's words, he threw the smoke at his fingertips, smiled at the people and said, "come on, win me, win."

The words were slight, the bony pointed lazily to the woman on the stage, and the smile on the corner of the mouth was enlarged, "if you win, she is yours."

"Shit!"

"I'll fight tonight!"

"It's still a place. You must win!"

Such a picture is strange to Yao Jiang, which makes people feel frightened.

This is not the world she has come into contact with. Now, she begins to contact a little with Ji Zailin.

Looking at Ji Zailin, half of his side face was illuminated by the lights, bright and perfect like a God, while the other half was hidden in the dark, like Shura dormant in the dark night, fierce and dangerous.

It seemed that she was aware of her sight. The dark eyes dyed by the night turned around, and the ink in them was bright and dark with the light disturbed by the wind.

At this moment, a man said a word. In an instant, the focus of the whole audience focused on Yao Jiang again.

"Ji Shao, you won. What about the beauty in your car?"

The blood color on her face faded, and her nails plunged into the meat. She looked at Ji Zailin.

"What else can I do? Change! "

"I want to taste the beauty that can make Ji Shao angry. Do you think so?"

As soon as the voice fell, no one had time to respond. The man who said this suddenly fell to the ground and twisted painfully.

"Ji Zailin, you!"

Stepping on the man, his face instantly turned into hell. He looked down at the man on the ground and said coldly: "she is also worthy of you?"

It was fine the moment before. Why is it like this.

Sheng Tang hurriedly held Ji Zailin and said in a hurry, "Hey, third brother, what's the matter?"

The people around didn't react in that moment until Sheng Tang hugged Ji Zailin.

But Ji Zailin's skill is not so easy for them to persuade, but Xumi, what originally came from a harmonious place was a man's curse, the sound of his fist hitting the meat, and a painful groan.

It soon became a mess.

No one thought of this change. Yao Jiang was stunned, but his heart was unknowingly relaxed.

At the same time, she also knows how good Ji Zailin's hand is.

With one against ten, no one can hurt him.

Yao Jiang looked at the awe inspiring man standing in the crowd. A picture quickly crossed her mind. She subconsciously walked out of the car.

"Things happen because of you. Only you can solve them." Suddenly, a leisurely voice came from my side, which was clean and ethereal. It sounded like a sweet bell, refreshing.

Her trance thoughts were interrupted, and she turned to look at her voice.

The beautiful woman didn't know when she came to the car. She stood three steps away next to her and looked at the people in the crowd ahead, but it was like looking at other things through the crowd. Her eyes were far away from the vicissitudes of life.

Yao Jiang looked at her beautiful face, perfect without a trace of regret, like a millennium rare lanolin white jade, perfect.

He frowned and said, "you didn't volunteer."

The answer is yes, without any hesitation or doubt.

When a woman hears her words, the corners of her mouth are slightly hooked, like the first month of the new year. It's clear and light, and it's good-looking and doesn't eat human fireworks.

She picked up the Ayana in her hand and looked at it gently, "just like it, voluntary or not, it's in my hand."

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