National School Prince Is A Girl

Soon, his hunch would come true.

Because the voice of the person behind him passed over, with a unique indifference and clear: "Go to the old head, let the old head."

"Yes." The magician began to lead.

The Prince’s eyes are wide, and they are lying in the trough. Why do you know that he is airborne?

Don't be kidding, he just said hello, even his uncle didn't necessarily determine which team he was in, which is why.

The magician looks at the expression of the prince and knows what he is thinking, the heart, the brothers and sisters, you are still too tender, less, and less.

After the two people are missing.

Qin Mo was only looking down at someone in front of him, and his brow picked it up. After a half-sound, he said: "The things in your hand are handed over."

Thin nine still wants to make up for it: "What?"

Qin Mo reached out and grabbed her wrist in the trouser pocket, then picked up the cuffs and pushed it up. The palm was the delicate skin of Wen Yu, which was very warm, which made him squat. A lot.

Thin nine face is a bit hot, I don't know if it is because of the coolness of the hand, or because of the guilty conscience.

Anyway, I also knew that I didn’t run the mobile phone. I simply confessed: "I didn't do anything bad for the troops, and I didn't contact the housekeeper."

"No matter who you contact, you are not allowed to carry communication equipment here." Qin Mo took the phone out of her cuffs, then hooked it at the corner of his mouth, but the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes: "You really have the ability." ”

This sentence is definitely not a compliment.

Boji felt that it was necessary to shirk the responsibility at this time. Anyway, there is an old chief **** on the side of the prince. It should be not afraid: "The main reason is that the relationship between the princes is hard." This is the truth.

"Hey?" Qin Mo is slow: "Your little friend listened to you and would definitely cry."

Thin Nine said frankly: "In the case of team battles, it is also a strategy to properly buy teammates to ensure their survival."

"Then, do you think that you are in my hands, how much is the chance of survival?" Qin Mo cool asked.

Thin nine coughed: "I won't make another second."

Qin Mo did not speak again.

Thin nine just want to move.

I listened to the person standing there and opened my mouth again: "Come here."

So close, still past?

Boji looked up and looked at the man in front of him. He looked around and found that no one knew it. He probably understood the meaning of the great god.

Great God, this is absolutely wanting her to marry him, absolutely.

She knows very well that the little princesses in the novel are generally thinking.

Thin nine hooked a smile, opened his arms and hugged the waist of Qin Mo, even if the face was black, with a kind of juvenile energy that can not be said.

A desert in the desert, and then reached out and surrounded the people, probably satisfied, and stretched a lot of eyebrows.

It’s really more and more cute. Thin nine was originally thinking about stretching his claws and eating tofu. The chance is not right.

Where did she think, her hand had not moved, and the familiar atmosphere fell behind her ear, not too slow: "Take a load of ten laps."

Thin nine: ... Isn't it just rushing at her?

"What dreams are you doing?" Qin Moji pinched the boy's face. The strength was not big at all. Most of them were pets, but it was a phrase that broke someone's fantasy.

The thin nine is also puzzling, and the great **** is quiet in that peace. When his beautiful man is so good, he has to talk. It is really not beautiful to talk.