Dandere General and his Lord

"Hear the Huagong, in addition to like the beauty, better BMW." Cheng Qianye smirked, she made her hand, let the horses, "This is a thousand miles, I can have a day. I said that BMW is a hero. I view this horse, and only Huaigong has such a hero's person to match it. If Hua Gong will love this slave. I will give this horse with Huagong asks. "

Xiao Xiu was shocked, he looked at the Mo Bridge, the ruthenium was low: "The main public can't, this horse is the old Hou Ye, you can give someone with others, just to replace a slave. This is huge The hearts of those venues. "

Cheng Qian leaf looked at the ink bridge.

"Nothing, people are important than horses." Cheng Qianfei could pay a sentence, she didn't have time to explain slowly with these three consecutive ancient people.

Huayu met the yellow horse, the gods were very, the screaming roared, and there was a spark into the sea.

Looking at: "So gods, dare to use a resilience to change."

He shouted his hand, and the line came out of the two lines arranged neat queues. One column on the left is a beautiful man who has different forms, and a beautiful mother who stands in the right side.

They or enchanting, or a clear, all of them are ice muscles, generous.

Huayu pointed to the ink bridge: "This slave, I am in a hutter, I didn't explain the hand. I have a half-harm, the sage is useless. The old man has a lot of good appearance, talent Double beauty and juvenile pets, the sages can also choose one or two. "

Cheng Qianhui is going to speak, and I saw that ink bridge struggled from the bench. He wanted to climb up. He trembled his arms, his teeth were bite, and it would like to prove that he is not a half-disabled.

But after all, I will continue to sue and fall back to the blood.

He squatted on a wooden chair of the blood, scattered long hair, there was no breathing in his mouth, close his eyes, full of pessimism.

"OK, OK." Cheng Qianhui really can't bear, touch it softly on his head, comforting his heart, "I just as long as this slave."

She rushed to Han Quan Lin Arch: "I love this person in the next real, please also ask Han Gong to make different things, cut love with me."

Han Quanlin saw Hua Yu straightforwardly, I had to go down on the slope and hate it.

Cheng Qianhui immediately wrote a slavery-selling documentary document with Huayu.

A waving makes it to take away the chair.

Carrying a bloody slave, looking at the eyes of everyone, Cheng Qian leaf is hot and going back.

She knows that this thing will not spread throughout the city and become a "ridiculous" evidence.

Add a lot of money to the Jin Yue, and let the Liangxi who have left the father change the glory of the "beauty".

Maybe Zhang Yu will look more even more.

But what about it?

She didn't have a mood at this moment, these things.

The sticks on the bench have dropped to the blood, a drop is as uncomfortable as a beat.

She took the bench all the way, from time to time, I touched the extremely uneasy backhering head, soft and comfortable: "I have to bear it, I have a doctor."

Go to the door, just encounter Zhang Qi.

Zhang Yu's unhable mask face, seeing their weird team, couldn't help but crack a gap.

Cheng Qianhui did not take care of him, arched, from him, and rushed to the bedroom.

In the room, Cheng Chi-leaved commander moved the ink bridge to the bed carefully, and enlisted the military doctor for him.

The elderly military in the elderly army took the wounds of those who were covered with the wounds, and frowned sighs.

The ink bridge is born with a mouth, and it has been burst out of the green gluten, and he is strong.

However, the cold sweat that the big droplets falling, but the people can't lie, indicating that this body is suffering from huge pain.

"This is too painful." Cheng Qian leaf looked at the blood passengers who came down on a piece of blocks, "I don't bear it," Is there any medicine that can paink? "

"The anecomer is scattered," "The old military doctor replied," but this medicine is precious, not a slave is eligible. "

"You!" Cheng Qian leaf almost got a laugh, "Come, doctor. I repeat it again, use the best medicine, whether it is the noble, or slave, only the best and most effective. understand?"

The old military doctor should take into charge.

Not allowed, there is a servant's new fried labo boil.

Cheng Qianye heart pain ink bridge is sad, personally sitting on the bed to feed him.

Moqiao is reluctant to raise his head and biased the bed along a point. When he said, silently drinking medicine.

Cheng Qian leaf looked at the beautiful sea blue, slowly pulling a golden side, gradually, sturdy, conspicuous, and shaking.

Represents the golden color of the strong loyalty.

This is loyal to me? Cheng Qian leaf feels some embarrassed.

I just gave him a medicine. This little pity may never have anyone else.

I can't see the mouth, or I don't know if I can see the color.

She stacked two pillows and gently put the forehead of the ink bridge on top. Looking for the jade tube in the root, put it in the medicine bowl, let the ink bridge are in the mouth.

"Come, this is not tired of drinking drinking."

The ink bridge has a head, and the eyebrows are hidden in the shadow of the hair, only revealing a pale chin, and the thin lips with straws.

Cheng Qianye quietly held her medicine bowl, looking at the brown juice slowly.

Suddenly a drop of illuminated water droplets, flip, dropped into the medicine.

Then it is another drop.

Cheng Qian leaf stunned, looked up, seeing Mo Bridge, there is no blood-free thin lip, gently shake, crystal clear tears to his cheeks, rolling into the bowl.

"How to cry?" Cheng Qian leaf touched his head, "Is it hurt? Don't cry, you will be better."

That thin lips, peeling in the mouth, don't face the face, he will bury the whole face into the pillow, the silent but slightly shake the shoulders, leaked his mood that he can't suppress him.

Don't cry.

Cheng Qianhui has some hands, this man is crying how to comfort, I have no experience.

She had to touch his hair.

He is really too bitter, I will have a little better in the future.

The old military doctor has treated the wound, straight to the ink bridge.

The ruthenium was bending the waist: "After returning the main public, the patient's legs are inherently old, this time, add new injuries. Although the minister can treat it, it is difficult to recover."

"What is it can't recover?"

"Don't think about it again." The old military doctor saw a bed, coughing, "Between the bed, it is nothing."

Rao is Cheng Qian leaf self-denial of his skin is very thick, listening to this, it will not be red.

"First ... I will ask tea outside."

You are too much to see the slaves. This is true when you say it directly.

She invited the military doctor to the outside, sincerely applying a gift.

"Please try again, he is still so young, hard practice, if you have a disabled, it is really a pity."

The old man touched the beard, nodded: "The Lord's house is thick, it is the blessing of the people. It is really unable to think, but I am waiting for Zhangzhou, but there is a line of machine."

"I also ask Mr. I will enlighten me."

"On the Xishan of Zhangzhou, there is a hot spring in the four seasons. This spring is like a moon, the name of the month Shenquan. The original Zhangzhou City is the owner. This spring has a special place, and the bones damage , , . Long bubble, there is a new, hurricane, wet, and so many effects. Positive and patient injury. If you can often bubble, the injury is impatient. "

Cheng Qian leaf took a palm: "This is easy, our department is going to stay in Zhangzhou Town, it will take him to the hot springs every day."