Genius Maiden Transmigrates: The Empress of Weapons

After finishing the order, cold eyes flashed and swept under his knees under his feet. "If you lose everything, you will receive the penalty after changing the guard early in the morning."

After the disposal, the door of the room was thrown back by gravity. The prince was not happy, and the consequences were serious.

In the bedroom, Jixiang is still asleep, with a shallow smile on his face, and I don't know what good things I dreamed about.

She just said that it is not easy to fall asleep before, but she never mentioned that once she fell asleep, she would not wake up after turning upside down.

The last time Xuanyuan Yao was hung in the cobweb of the bedside, hanging for a few hours, he had been shouting auspicious names in the middle, but there was no response. It was thought that the little fox was deliberately trying to make bad sleep, pretending not to hear it, and deliberately wanted him to be more guilty. [

It now appears that Bacheng has wronged her.

"You, why is there no resemblance to an ordinary woman?" Xuanyuan whispered and sighed, holding her pretty nose, "You have to ask the king to throw a heart on you and never take it again." Come back? And when are you willing to give out all the passwords and willingly give yourself to me?"

Jixiang naturally cannot hear Xuanyuanyao's sigh.

However, even if she heard it, she would answer nothing.

Some things are beyond the scope of human understanding, and they are controlled by the providence of the world.

As long as mortals conform to their destiny, meet, know each other, love each other, and guard each other, and live up to the goodwill of heaven.

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The next day, three strokes in the sun, Lucky opened his eyes wearily, and at a time he was unclear where he was.

She always travels in her dreams, from modern to ancient, and from ancient to modern.

There are so many things that she can't give up, but she seems to love the quiet life in Longguang Kingdom more.

I don’t know since when, the days are no longer the same as usual>