Demonic Prince’s Wild Consort: The Trash Illegitimate Miss

Her temple jumped suddenly and turned to Meng Lao lightly: "If there is nothing else, let's leave first."

To Han Shaoling's teacher, she naturally has no good face, no matter what big man he is.

Old Meng recalled and quickly reminded: "The final three days later, remember to be on time."

Everyone respectfully gave a spacious way to Bai Ye. After a game, her attitude towards her changed from her original contempt to her cautious attitude.

"Master, wait for me ~" Stars saw Bai Ye was gone, suddenly bored, and followed.

Compared with the boiling of the official competition field, the calmness of the civilian competition field is particularly strange.

A man lay beneath the competing platform, with a black cape on his body and a hat covering his face, making people invisible, and only vaguely seeing the perfect-shaped lips, the color was extremely white.

His breath hardly fluctuated, and he could not tell whether it was dead or alive.

On the competition platform, a man covered half of the green and blue mask, holding a bamboo sapphire flute, wearing a green dress.

Green mountains and green water, the original poetic warmth of green and green is very different from the cold temperament emitted by men.

He stood there quietly, and all the people lying on his feet were corpses.

"Cough, the competition is over! The first place, Xue Fusu!"

The elder's face was a little embarrassed. He didn't get up long before he announced the start, and then announced the end. Isn't that a bit faster?

The man in the green shirt just blew a little song, and everyone else who entered the semi-finals collapsed to the ground, unable to wake up.

Xue Fusu, who won the competition, flew down to the stage, and gently lifted up the man in the cloak lying on the ground, raising his eyes coldly, forcing him to retreat to watch the party.

His figure was slender and tall, half of his face exposed was beautiful and immaculate, his eyes were ice-cold, the mask could not hide its temperature, and it was cold and charming.

"Cool ..."

"Yeah, the strength is also very strong!"

The girls were ecstatic, and their eyes followed the distant back for a long time, unwilling to move away.

...

In the white night that swayed outside for several hours, I was worried about how to get rid of the follower of the stars. When passing a restaurant, the crowd surrounded by the front blocked the way.

What was blocked was a green-faced man in a mask with a person behind him.

The brother who took the pig knife summoned the courage to take a step forward and waved the sword: "Xue Fusu! The son of Lao Tzu let you blow it and now he hasn't opened his eyes. Wake him up quickly! Otherwise don't blame Lao Zi you!"

His wife, who was lucky, also stood up, pinched her waist and said, "So is my daughter! This little soul can't be let go, he must be responsible!"

"And my son, don't do anything and don't admit it!"

"And my son!"

This battle and dialogue let Bai Ye shine his eyes, the sperm on the brain, and the brain is full of evil pictures.

"There are men and women, there are more men than women, wow ~ are they all dizzy? Is it really so fierce?" Xingchen sighed, dressed like a green buddy, it was too domineering!

"This is not the point, the point is stunned." Bai Ye calmly analyzed the key points for Tu'er.

Xingchen immediately realized that she laughed inferiorly: "How can he be so strong? No, I want to know him and ask how to deal with girls."

The girls next to them blushed shamefully, and the two voices were not small, as long as the practitioners were present, they should be able to hear it, and naturally included the blocked party.