The Jealous Cold Prince

Yu Xiyuan turned to look at the man.

Luo Zhanqing's accomplishments before Qing Dynasty were unfathomable. After becoming the demon lord, the feeling was more mysterious. Even she couldn't feel what kind of cultivation this man was.

Luo Zhan inclined to smile and said: "the incident happened suddenly, so I don't know, but as a demon lord, there is no difference in cultivation."

Yu Xiyuan: Why does this sound so envious?! In simultaneous interpreting, Mo Zhu is overruled by all the monks, and the legendary man, the devil, the Lord, and the beast dominate the whole field of

.

In this way, the one who is superior to all the friars is Luo Zhanqing.

Yu Xiyuan had a small mouth, which was obviously not happy. Luo Zhan looked at her little woman's attitude and didn't like it very much. She quickly put her head on it and kissed Yu Xiyuan's lips.

Soft, comfortable!

Yu Xiyuan was eaten bean curd, looking at Luo Zhanqing's eyes with full anger, she turned her head again, just not to let the man kiss her mouth.

"The Lord is so excellent, I am not worthy of you."

Luo Zhan listens and hisses This can be over. If yu Xiyuan said so, he would not be able to coax him with a few words.

"No one is worthy of the Lord but you."

Luo Zhan tilted her tyrannically and pulled her into her arms, which she wanted to push away from Luo Zhan Qing, and then her eyes were staring at her eyes to confess.

Think about it. It's not like you can do it yourself.

But in order to please the little woman in his arms, he fought.

However, Yu Xiyuan didn't eat it at all. He still held a face and insisted on withdrawing from his words.

"If you can't match it, you can't. Lord, you'd better let go."

Let go?

How could he let go of this woman in his arms.

In the bottom of my heart for tens of thousands of years, it burst out at this moment.

Luo Zhanqing held him in one hand, or let him leave him. The other hand caught Yu Xiyuan's chin and forced her to look up at herself. She had to watch!

Yu Xiyuan can't help it. Her head is directly held, and her eyes can only look forward. The man's aura is too strong. Once she looks at him once, she is deeply attracted to her and can't move her eyes.

"Yuan'er, Luo Zhanqing has never fallen in love with any other woman in the past life or this life. You are the person you are, and you are the devil. Even if you fall into hell, you are my white moon, my cinnabar mole, and the woman I want to hold in my arms for generations to come."

With these words, Yu Xiyuan, who was facing the man face to face, or listening to their two sweet words in the inkstone space, were stunned.

They know Luo Zhanqing's deep feelings, but what they don't know is that Luo Zhanqing's feelings are so deep.

It's not just in a few words.

What Yu Xiyuan is facing is Luo Zhanqing's eyes, which are extremely deep. These words are just like his eyes, as if all the love for Yu Xiyuan has been put in it.

It's hard to be unbelievable.

Garbo silently turned off the screen in the inkstone space.

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