The Anarchic Consort

"What about me?" Su Yanmo smacked her lips, and her eyes were poisonous: "You can rest assured that she is not gregarious. She only knows how to play with her artillery and guns all day. This lady in the capital has long been bored. She, and on the day of our big wedding, she didn't even come out. I have already told my sisters that she is eccentric, can't tolerate me, is suspicious and good, and her heart is small like a needle. Such a woman is mad at herself, and there is nothing strange about it. Are you right, sir?"

"Why didn't I think about this." Helian Guangyao was very useful, holding Su Yanmo for a while: "You are really my lucky star!"

Su Yanmo smiled softly.

Helian Guangyao is still worrying about one thing: "While Helena is gone, it means that the military is gone."

"There is nothing, there is not that little cockroach." Su Yanmo whispered comfort to Helian Guangyao, the small hand patted on his chest, it is all-round and considerate: "As long as she is, you can always replace She holds the power of the Helian family. She is your daughter. The father is in charge of his daughter, but it is natural."

It turned out that they originally played this idea!

Helen Weiwei seems to have been pulled away. Looking at the small body with a high fever, it is probably scared. After all, she is still young.

Vaguely, she heard the voice of others by the ear of Helen Vivi. The voice was a bit heavy. It was like an owl calling, and people were very uncomfortable: "Herren’s blood is better than Dan medicine can also qi, drain the woman's blood, drink it for your daughter, and it will be useful in the future."

"Yes." Su Yan Mo Mei is responsive.

Helen Weiwei’s arm was soft, leaning down and lying under the empty book pile, and when he woke up, he forgot everything.

Five or sixty children, after encountering extremely horrible things, will indeed close their true memories and replace them with another vague memory.

But Helen Weiwei thought that if she was, she would not forget.

She will remember forever and ever!

These people's faces!

The voice of these people!

then.

Let them **** blood!

Just like when the old man asked her, why should he join Tangmen.

She said that in order to revenge.

Father Tang looked at her and shook her head.

Tang Shao left her.

When she couldn't see the light, she almost gave up.

Give her the only hope.

She asked the distinguished young master who was locked in his own world, hitting his notebook with one hand and building blocks in his hand: "Why stayed with me? To join Tangmen for revenge, I will not be a good thing in the future."

He didn't look up, only clinging to the building blocks.

Helen Weiwei felt that she was ridiculous and asked a child with autism who could not speak a few words a year.

"You must have a person who loves and loves very much in your heart, so you can't tolerate anyone hurting her." Tang Shao put down the building blocks and looked up. There was no emotion in his eyes: "In order to guard, it is in line with Tangmen. ”

In order to guard, no means to...

When Helen Weiwei opened his eyes, he didn't know where he was in a moment, only looking at the luxurious couch top and his eyes dry.

"What are you thinking?" The low voice is in the ear.

Helen Weiwei shines brightly, like seeing a relative: "Tang..."

However, when I turned my head, the voice was cut off.

The movement of the Bailijiajue rubbing his hand, followed by the sigh, and suddenly smiled, the lips of the mouth and the lips of the ice-like color: "Tang? Tang what? Well?"

"Nothing, a friend." Helen Weiwei licked his own painful head: "I thought you were him, and your two voices are very similar."

"Hey? Just a friend?" Bai Lijiajue reached up and lifted her chin. The black jade on the tail finger flashed a trace of coldness: "How can you not know that there is a friend named Tang around you? Wang Hao seems to have a lot of books." Know the secret."

Helen Weiwei snorted and feared that the other person was aware that he was a foreign soul. He smiled softly: "It is a friend who played as a child, of course you don't know."

The Bailijiajue did not speak any more, and the dawn fell on the face of Helen Vivi, an inexplicable chill, a faint gloom, as if it were extremely dark and lurking in the abyss of endless danger.

Helen Weiwei didn't know what he was looking at. He blinked first and then found that his hair was wet. He took the white towel on his hand and helped him rub his head.

The hundred miles of Jiajue’s finger, the suffocation finally converges, but the tone is still faint: “What are you guilty about?”

"What is my guilty conscience?" Helen Weiwei’s voice was dumb and dumb: "I am afraid that you are as cold as me."

Sun Gonggong looked at it and smiled and took his hand back. He intervened in a timely manner: "Your Majesty knows that Wang is sick, and he rushes back after the rain. Even the umbrella has not been hit. I am still a slave and worry that my Highness will be affected. Cold, now I see Wang Hao taking care of it, I am relieved."

Upon hearing this, Barry Gregory glanced at him.

Sun Gonggong does not change color.

The voice of the Bailijiajue is faint: "When did the temple have an umbrella?"

"Cough, cough!" Sun Gonggong was anxious, why didn't you open your temple! This can make Wang Hao touched! Love is killing skills, do not understand!

The Bailijiajue ignored his arrogant eyes and only smiled coldly. Does that mean that the temple still teaches you?

Sun Gonggong was numb by his laughing scalp, holding the outer shirt that his master took off, and the cockroach disappeared!

No one was there, and Barry Greg reached out and held the wrist of Helen Vivi.

Helian Weiwei picked up her eyebrows.

The Bailijiajue smirked his lips and smiled like a smile: "If you want to wipe the head of the temple, just rub it."

Helen Weiwei: ...she isn't she doing a good job?

So, after a while.

I saw a man lying on his lap, and his smile was a bit cold. It was so clean and leisurely: "Why don't you continue?"

Helian Weiwei smiled and always felt that there was a feeling of raising a Persian cat. It was always right to follow the hair, plus the quality of a certain underarm, the black hair in the hand and Like a good silk, it is moist and soft.

No wonder those overbearing presidents like the long hair of people who are around them.

Now Helen Weiwei also has a deep feeling that the atmosphere of a certain temple is too strong, so this picture is a bit uncoordinated.

"Helian Weiwei." When Bai Lijiajue said this sentence, even his eyes did not open, and the dark eyelashes were laid down, making him look like he was sleeping in the castle, not intimate, tone. Slowly: "You better not lie to the temple."

Helen Weiwei snorted, except that she came from the 21st century, she never lied to him.

However, he is so smart and does not know when he will notice...