Legend of Fu Yao

Under the dragon, he asked: "Tang Yiguang, how do you mix into the draft team? Does she meet the requirements of the Queen of the Regent?"

The rabbit son is happy to step on the foot of Queen Meng, and smiles with a wink: "You are right, in line with her, she was born in the first-class Wuchen home. When she was four years old, she accidentally landed on her horse and injured her brain. It’s a nuisance to marry someone, and it’s a good thing to marry. There is such a simple queen who is directly guilty of martial arts. He is equal to being **** with eighteen ropes. Don’t want to turn over in this life.”

Meng Fu swayed and smiled, imagining the scene of the emperor’s scent of the emperor’s singer, how dripping it... She smiled too cumbersome, and the rabbit’s doubts turned back. Meng Fu’s smile immediately smiled and drank: "So you threw this troubled mountain to me! I can't help you to play with the heart of the game, and have no effect on the conspiracy of Tang Guangguang... I am dripping..."

"Long live, you are wise and martial, you can't beat the battle, but what is the light? What is it?" Xuan Meimei climbed up. "I want to be a pioneer in the long-awaited horse, and open the mountain for you. Blocking..."

On the back of his back, Meng Dawang, who was suddenly climbed up and down by him, was about to get angry. He suddenly heard that it was wrong. He raised his eyebrows and confessed: "Well? Is there a moth?"

"Tomorrow's official draft, the Jiuyi Hall, the regent king and the priests come in person." Xuanyuan smiled and patted the shoulders of Meng Dawang.

"Oh, the Three Palaces and Sixth House, please ask you to burn out the light and rob the light!"