The Two-Faced Venerate Emperor

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Jimo brought her full, soft body against his chest, and sent a strange current.

This grind little thing!

At this moment, suddenly Yu Yi and Mo Si also found that something was wrong. "Less Lord, we are surrounded by ants."

"Less master, this ball is spinning fast...not good, there are traps!"

......

The voice just fell, and the whole place where they were, collapsed.

It is no wonder that here, lost the mark of the ink five, it is possible that the ink five has fallen here.

The scope of this trap is huge and deep enough, and the feather guards are suddenly lost.

Jimo Ya and the fascinating face fell straight down, he put the illusion of the face with his hand, "Xiaoyan, don't be afraid."

In one hand, the pen is sharp, the tip of the pen is sharp, and there is no light, like a hard dagger.

Jimo uses it, and he has to go up...

The illusion is a confusing, not only not afraid, but also thought that Jimo is playing a thrilling game with her, giving a giggling laugh...

Suddenly, Jimo felt that the weight of his fascinating fascination suddenly increased. He was not prepared for a while and was pulled down a few meters.

He looked down and saw that the illusion had somehow pulled the chain of the ball, and the ball was spinning rapidly. This heavy force came from it.

"Uncle, the ball wants to run, I am caught." The sound of the illusion of the face.

Jimo saw the high-speed rotating ball, and suddenly gave up the idea of ​​hopping to go up, simply descending with the ball to see what the situation is.

He vaguely felt that there is a strong array here, and that it would take a lot of trouble to break it. This ball may be a shortcut.

So he held the illusion and turned her body up. He bottomed down and fell with the ball...

***

Nangong family.

Nangong Beichen was detained in the back of the family and was closed.

Just two days off, someone came to see him.

This is a small, thin and old man who has stepped into the age of the wood, and his cultivation is just a mysterious master.

It is the patriarch of the Nangong family, Nan Gongming.

"North morning, do you realize your mistakes?" There was a little helplessness in the majesty of the voice.

"Know it! I have a deep understanding!"

Nangong Beichen nodded again and again, intending to fool the old patriarch and let himself go out.

"Old patriarch, let me go out! I have a preparation for the Canglang Academy, and I have to go back to the school to review..."

Nangong Ming shook his head and sighed. "Beichen, you are the tallest person in our Nangong family. You are always so embarrassed, misbehaving, hehe!"

Nangong Beichen looks innocent. "The natural character, I have no way! The old patriarch, I am a person who likes beauty, likes fresh, can't sink, you don't expect too much from me, take me as good. The seedlings are cultivated! Maybe I saw the beauty one day, and I ran with the beauty, and I lost your heart."

These words will make the Nangong sigh!

The old patriarch yelled, "Xiao Chen! Your character should also be changed. Are you still angry when you were a child, your mother hanged suicide? You can't help but you can't open it. Can you blame you on your head?"

Nangong Beichen looks indifferent. "I don't blame me. I am a beautiful woman. I like men. I am inheriting and carrying forward my good habits. I love beauty, the more I go. Ok, in the future, Xiaochen brought back ten eight beautiful people back, gave the old patriarch a palm of his hand, and gave me a look, then Lin Feifei would be too ugly, not worthy of me..."