The Evil Emperor is So Sultry

Mo Dayan got lovesickness much earlier than her.

It's a lot of inner balance all of a sudden.

Feeling that the petite body in his arms was no longer rigid, no longer resistant, and there was a faint tendency to soften, Mo Yan was secretly happy, knowing that it was useful to say these words.

Then we will continue to work hard.

"It's wrong of me to show you the mirror. At that time, I was very confused. On the one hand, I missed my little Momo and the days when my lovely baituanzi and I got together day and night in the secret place of burning Xi. On the other hand, I suspected that Miss seven was you. I was eager to know the answer, so I used such a method that might make you angry. At that time, there was no way to do so. As a result, the mirror didn't work at all. It didn't show your prototype. I'll forget about it. "

"Where did the mirror come from?" Ziqianmo asked.

That thing, at first glance, is high-grade goods.

At least at the level of psionic.

We can't get it through the ordinary way.

"From Yu Zhujun." Mo Yan said everything and sold his bad friend directly. "He said it was the family heirloom of Yu family, which he snatched from Yu Wuji."

The corner of ziqianmo's eye twitched: "it's him again."

The sound is a bit gnashing of teeth.

Take Mo Yan's three hundred thousand, go to the wine gambling shop to gamble, lose mother don't recognize.

As a result, it was his bad idea to look into the mirror.

Our demon king, in his heart's book, wrote down Yu Zhujun.

"Yes, that's him." Mo · Xinji · Yan, without hesitation, even conscience will not hurt.

Sorry, brother Dei.

Yu Zhujun, a child in the boys' dormitory of rilunge, sneezes hard.

It is said that when people sit in the house, the pot comes from the sky.

It's tight.

"When you gave me the mirror, it wasn't like this." Mo · Xinji · Yan explained, "before, there were gold and red skeletons inlaid around, especially ugly. I cut it off, carved a lily of the valley with a piece of white transparent warm jade, inlaid the mirror in it, and gave it to you. "

You have to show your sincerity.

And a hundred and twenty thousand regrets.

Ziqianmo=-=

"Yes. It's ugly. "

Just listening, I feel extremely hot eyes.

That taste, it is estimated that only president Yu will have.

Thanks for Mo Yan's hard work.

Wait a minute. What seems to be wrong?

It was Mo Yan's fault to send the mirror. How could she thank him? There seems to be something that's taken away.

"I thought, such an ugly thing is certainly not worthy of you." Mo Yan put his hands on ziqianmo's shoulders, quietly slipped down, quietly turned into a half holding her posture.

There was no real hug.

It's a virtual holding.

Very gentle, possessive action, like her perfect circle in their own sphere of influence.

There is no escape.

"Well."

Ziqianmo's lips, overflow a meaning of unknown syllables, can be regarded as his words, default.

But for Mo big tail wolf Yan has planned intimate behavior, have no sense.

Mo Yan continued: "well, little Momo, can you forgive me now?"

His voice is deep and sexy.

Such as the ancient strings, playing a gorgeous movement.

At the same time, with a faint taste.

It's not that kind of low down prayer,