Chapter 1944 (1/2)

Just now emperor Zun's breath was so terrible that he almost didn't dare to come in.

Feng Liao has ten thousand admiration for his emperor's wife. In a few words, he can make the emperor change from dark clouds to sunshine. It's amazing!

Originally just watching a good play, Bai Li Qing Xue is light and astringent, his hands are tight in his sleeve, and his eyes are dark.

When Guanghan heard the speech, he held the sword's hand, and his sight fell on Yun Qingyan's body, facing his firm and clear eyes.

After a long time, he released his sword and gave a cold glance at the emperor jiuque. ”If you dare to negate me, my sword in my hand will surely cut off your head from the corners of the earth!”

Yun Qingyan said: ”it's just

The xuanting on the ground and Huo Yichen, who pretended to sleep, were excited.

It's brutal

Who marries the cloud light to say who will have the bad luck!

The wind Liao Mou bottom kills the intention to sweep up, holds the weapon in the hand, one step forward.

Even if this guy is the lady's brother, he will teach him a lesson.

”Step back!” Before he could make another step, a cold exclamation rang in his mind.

Shenzhihai is like being stirred by an invisible force. The wind is burning, his face is white, and his body falters several times before he is able to hold his body shape.

His eyes, like a wolf, were not willing to take a hard look at Guanghan, and ushered in Guanghan's equally cold and sharp eye light.

This time, he didn't care about Guanghan's rudeness. The emperor jiuque gently pressed his chin against Yun Xiaoyan's head and rubbed his head twice to feel the warmth between his soft hair. His eyes suddenly opened to look at Guanghan and opened his mouth in a cold voice.

”I will do it without your reminding.”

”Hum.” Guanghan shrunk his sword and snorted coldly. He turned his head and no longer looked at the cloud. He looked cold on his side.

He stood there quietly, like a gradually closed sculpture.

I watched the grown-up people robbed, ah no, not robbed, but voluntarily followed others.

The depression in Guanghan's heart was beyond the limit.