Dandere General and his Lord

Looking at a big glass of wine in front of him, the complexion of Mo Bridge is white. He is fighting for a day, almost dripping is not inward, only have to bite two wheat cake.

At this time, hunger is hungry, and there are too many blood loss, and it is not suitable for drinking.

He is afraid that he is drunk from the ugly, throws the master's face, attracting the incident.

But he has no room for rejecting.

He watched the wine before, and took Li Wenguang's wine, kneeling a drink.

I also took the wine gave you the right wine, and I would like to drink.

Then it is the Han Zhongzhong Tao Han Quanlin, Wang Yuan Yi, Yunnan ...

Cheng Qian leaf is sitting in the position, looking at the young slave who is drinking, he is a beautiful blue color, gradually become heavy, and a strong red purple rises during the period, which seems to be depressed.

He took the left arm of the wine glass slightly unnatural, with a little slightly trembled, the black laundry under the left shoulder, penetrated a slice.

No, it should be blood.

Cheng Qianhui remembered the spear that tied to his shoulder above the wall.

Mo Bridge has a drink from Wang Yuan Yi, Yunnan, from the drink.

Sure enough, I feel dizzy, roll up in my abdomen.

I saw a young marquis and waved to him.

Mo Bridge knows that he can't drink it anymore.

But he didn't dare to slack off, dragging the soft footsteps to the table, lie, and took the gold cup of the young Jin Yue Hou.

In the wine entrance, the ink bridge suddenly stunned, and the wine in the wine glass was not wine, but a cup of fragrant milk white milk.

He looked up his head and saw the Juvenile Mono-like Jin You quietly rushed him.

The ink bridge is low, and it is not exposed to slowly drink this cup of warm milk. He felt the faint stactile stomach, was soothing with this hot flow, and he was slowly added.

He smashed a head, with your gratitude, silently returning his position.

A Phoenix was left behind after the wine of Yunnan Wang Yiyi, was left behind.

A Phoenix Yi anti-weekly cold look, showing a bright smile, Slim, sitting in Yuan Yi's side.

Yuan Yi squid, the eyes of the fish, reached out, the pale bloated hand, pinching A Feng's chin: "The public does not know, sometimes the beautiful people, more beautiful, more than this battlefield, Mercedes The wild horse, the old man feels that such a wild horse is the highest enjoyment of my English. "

A phoenix does not resist, the smile is low.

Everyone laughed.

Li Wen Guang is slightly unhappy, but it is not a matter of event.

Hanzhong Taishou Han Quanlin blows: "Yuan Gong is grateful, you can't."

Webei Huayu direct recruitment, showing Ayun to herself.

A cloud is flustered, and the hand sits on the side of the owner.

Huayu is not happy, and he is on his legs on his legs.

In the position of the ink bridge, he as much as possible, he tightly squatted his hands and knew that there was a wretched gaze that he was looking at himself.

Hanzhong Taicheng Han Quanlin sat in the banquet, twisted beards, like an assessment of a cargo, and interested, he is interested in him at the shadow of the door.

Do not call me. Don't call my name.

He couldn't help but remember the situation when he was waiting for his brother outside the tent. It was like a monster in a dark and durable tent. It seems that there is no end.

I am striving for all these years, just to avoid falling into such a situation, is it still not hiding! Can't avoid!

He is painful.

At this time he heard a voice called his name: "Mo Bridge, come here."

He lifted his face and saw a young and gentle face, smiling and nodded.

I just handed him a cup of milk.

The ink bridge came to Cheng Qian leaf. He squatted on the ground and stuck his forehead in his back. I feel that I am relieved in my heart.

Is it just because this noble is gentle, can you accept such a shame? Mo Bridge is spit with yourself in your heart.

He heard a gently sound in front of the ground.

The ink bridge lifted his head. He saw a black paint tray on the carpet in front of him.

That Jin Yue, did not look at him, just laughing and looking at the song and dance performances in front of him, and the Han Jolin, who was free and closing seats.

It seems that this slave to the side does not care.

But the smooth and beautiful hand, but at the end of the table, the green glaze bowl on the table seems to be inadvertently put on the tray in front of him.

The delicate porcelain bowl of ginseng chicken soup, exudes a seductive wonderful fragrance.

What does your noble do mean?

Mo Bridge does not dare to think, do not dare to move.

But his body is more honest than the brain, and his stomach is emitted.

"Winbei Hou Dance Dance Ji is tough."

"It's even, very."

The Jin Yue sidework talking to the body and the discipline, his left hand stretched out from the sleeves, and got a slight point on the tray in front of the ink bridge.

The ink bridge is suspected to kneel your body, take this bowl, carefully drink it.

He felt never had such a delicious thing.

Then, with a thick chicken soup, gently brush his throat, he couldn't help but wanted to sigh.

Especially in the soup, there is a Chinese herbal flavor he has not experienced.

Strong pharmacokine drilling into the limbs, letting him lose their physical strength.

Moqiao is bother to drink this bowl of soup, and he is stunned to put the empty bowl back to the plate, some are not coming, I don't want to use what kind of behavior to express gratitude.

A dishwood blue and white dish fell in front of him.

The hand of the disc is loosened, and I raise one in front of him, indicating that he will continue to eat.

So the ink bridge was born in a state of embarrassed, and a food never touched.

The banquet is close to the end, and many people have smoked, those who are lofty, but the wretched on the spot, they will have their own hands-on.

The scene is gradually contaminated.

Yuan Yi's waist of A Feng, haha ​​laughs and walks away.

Wei North Hou is a bit unhappy, and the Aun, the sky on his body is bleak on the ground, and it is shivering.

"You come with me." Cheng Qian leaf stood up.

Moqiao has turned up, slowly stood up, silent, followed by her.

To the account of Cheng Qian leaf, Lu Yao and Xiao Xiu unlocked the skinbon of Moqiao, and searched him all the best.

But did not take off his cloth, this is one of the fun to stay to the main public.

They counter the hands of the ink bridge, with the beef tendon behind it. Pushing him in bed and speaking on both the account.

Mo Bridge knows that this is to prevent the assassination and preventing the resistance when he does not know the time, is a routine means for protecting your safety. He silently endured, no resistance.

When the Miao leaf, when I entered the tent, I saw the slave and sat on the bed.

His hands were rearily cut behind, and his face was wooden, there was no expression.

However, Cheng Qian leaf knows that his heart is stirring with the wind, then a quiet blue color, is like a sea in the storm, rolling up a stormy waves, rushing on a layer of gray and blade, showing The owner of this soul is in sorrow and dismissed pain.

Cheng Qian leaf is almost unbelief, she shuts down the system, comforting him: "Don't be afraid, I am not doing you."

Cheng Qianye knows that there is nothing to persuad, because I don't want to unwind to the rope that bind him.

Although I like the beautiful colors brought by him, I have a compassion for him.

But in front of such a martial arts, it is still better than everything in front of the martial arts.

She put the iron disk in her hand on the bed, and her life in the box is lying on the bed.

The ink bridge looked at the scissors placed on the plate, tweezers and some messy bottles of bottle cans, and they were deep enough.

In the years of the Chu Huai House, he knows someone else, and it looks like Swun Junxiu, but there is nothing to know.

The green sleeves are to receive such a guest, and they have never started from the bed.

The more resistance, the more resistant, the greater the damage.

He closed his eyes, tight, lying down, slowly put the slender legs in this soft bed.

The cold scissors reached into his collar, cut his clothing, he couldn't help but tremble, rolling the throat.

Maybe my life is over, he is sad.

Cheng Chi-leaf-cutting the clothes before the ink bridge, carefully uncovered the fabric that was soaked by blood.

Sure enough, I saw the strong shoulders, there was a horrible blood hole, which was odded outside the blood.

Blood is reddish.

On the banquet, when the ink bridge leaned over his body, Cheng Qian leaf clearly saw his neck under his neck.

But he is the slave of others, and he is not better to pay attention to it.

This is a thousand leaf wants to give him some food, and it will be put.

But when the banquet is coming, look at the chu-bright blue color near his eyes, only because of a little food, full of tender green greens that are grateful.

After all, Cheng Qianhui still felt couldn't bear, found an excuse to bring him back.

At least gave him, she said to her himself.

The ink bridge closed his eyes, but the pain in the imagination did not appear for a long time, but it was a warm towel and covered his shoulders.

He opened his eyes and saw the Jin Yue, and woven a white noodle in the warm water, which is taking the blood stains on him.

Maybe this big man is happy, don't like me, you are full of blood. Be started to clean up. He explained himself.

He looked at the Hou Ye, with a tweezers, a gauze that was soaked, gentle, said to him: "It will hurt, you endure."

High concentrations of alcohol brought a stabbous feeling to the wound.

What is painful, Mo Bridge is in my heart, as a frequent injured warrior, he knows, after the serious injury, if there is a chance to use spirits to wash the wound, the viable probability will be a lot.

However, there is basically no slave qualified to enjoy this extravagant treatment.