The Two-Faced Venerate Emperor

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"Cousin!" Sad, painful, tears like a broken kite ran down her white face and slowly slipped.

The illusion is only fixed to look at the end of the ink, this man in order to protect her, even with his mother so troubled ...

She always felt that she owed too much to the ink, and almost all of them were paying for her, and she could not help him.

She does not like this feeling of weakness.

She must be strong, she wants to stand shoulder to shoulder with him, stand up to the same height as him, and share the wind and rain for him.

Jimo has once again made a pass, "Murong Connaught, let's go, don't let me say too much."

Murong Connaught did not dare to violate it. He did not dare to say more in one sentence. With tears in his eyes, he was bent out and went out.

There is only a magical fascination in the house.

The illusion is looking at the end of the ink, gazing for a long time, this man is as dazzling as the stars, and her He De He can, even fortunate to be with him, deserves his gentle treatment.

She sucked her nose and her voice was sobbing. "Moto..."

Jimo eyebrows express his feelings, his eyes are smoked, like the boundless deep sea, touched her cheeks, "Don't worry, she said that the robbery will not come so early, and the problem is not big, believe me."

This is exactly what the illusion is worried about.

Jimo is always so powerful, can try to figure out her heart.

"Really?"

"Believe me, let me say, Baili Zijing is just a Lingbao, and I don't have much help for my catastrophe. Anyway, there is no suitable Fenglingbao. I can resist it alone." Looks good, the eyebrows seem to sway the soft light of Qing Jun.

There is a burning like Songhua Gao Jie Cheng Yuan.

It is stable.

The illusion is calmed down. "Then you will tell me anything in the future, will you? My strength is small, but I am willing to share one or two for you. I will not tell me before. I can only make me more afterwards." worry."

Jimo faint whispered, pulled her into her arms, the hot breath spurted on the forehead of the illusion, hot burning, "well, I will tell you later."

The illusion turned his promise, only to show his face slightly. "Is it really hard to rob that day?"

A large hand of Moya has been ringing the waist of the illusion. "It doesn't matter, I haven't seen it for months, little things, how do you grow meat on your waist?"

The illusion is a red face. "Where? I haven't eaten for three months after retreating?"

She reached out and squeezed herself, no jealousy!

I heard the low laughter of Jimo’s sullenness, and found that I was fooled, and I was on the chest of Jimo.

Jimo Yazi leaned back and leaned forward. "Yan Shutou, really promoted the true spirits, the strength is different. When you start to work for the husband, you should pay attention to it, don't accidentally murder the husband."

"You go!" The magical face is going to punch again, and it is held by Jimo.

A shadow on her head was low and she caught her pink lips.

Kissing and sulking the sound of temptation, "Little things, do you want me?"

"Thinking..." The fascinating face was stunned by the kiss and responded to him.

Jimo went deeper and kissed for a while, then, along her lips, moved to the ear.

"I miss you too. When I was separated from the husband, how did I say it? Someone owed me a slap in the face?" The kiss that Momo fell on the illusion, revealing his dumb voice in the roundabout. .