Demonic Prince’s Wild Consort: The Trash Illegitimate Miss

A little bit defeated the chief of the branch, Bai Ye sincerely mourned for Li Yao. At that time, he was definitely gratified and wanted to be killed.

But Ji Pin has just said that the warrior profession will pay more attention to the level of the warrior. Li Xunle's cultivation breath, Bai Ye's so deep internal force can't feel a star, which makes her puzzled.

She put Xiaozhengtai back on the bed and leaned over and asked, "Xiaole, what level of warrior are you?"

"I don't know!" He tilted his head, his expression very confused.

"Don't you even know yourself?"

He nodded seriously: "It's true, I don't know where the power came out every time I fought, but I can feel the breath of cultivation of everyone, including the strongest dean, only small Brother, you can't notice it. "

"Strange, since you can perceive the dean's breath of cultivation, why can't you notice me?" Bai Ye couldn't understand it anymore, his face full of doubts.

Li Xunle seemed to think of the answer. He also learned Bai Ye's movements to squeeze him, gently squeezed her cheek, and said excitedly: "This doesn't mean you are more powerful than me!"

Bai Ye was amused by his innocent and cute look, but his cheeks were picked up by his little hands, and he laughed more like crying.

Everyone played around for a while and then dispersed, ready to meet tomorrow's professional test.

Thinking of spring time at night.

Remove the disguise, Bai Ye lay on the bed, the water eyes flickered with sparkling light, the beautiful moving heart string, and the long fingers slowly touched the cheek, where it seemed that there was still the unique smell of Di Yun's body, and turned down , Warm palm touched the lower abdomen.

I don't know what Di Yun's guy is doing.

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Contest, the main palace.

The maidservantly put the steaming face wash into the room respectfully. In the antique house, there was a precious fox fur couch, and on the couch lies a graceful and handsome man.

The maidservant looked at him secretly with Yu Guang, and there was an admiration in her eyes.

This man looks really good!

Until the door closed tightly, a pair of cunning eyes opened wide, and Xingchen sat up, rubbing his head in discomfort.

Emperor Yun's start was not as heavy as usual. If he had already been prepared, he would have to be in a coma for at least three or four days.

He crept up, not forgetting to take back the beloved folding fan on the tea table, pushed the window very carefully, stretched out his head, and repeatedly confirmed that no one was there, tucked the folding fan into his waist belt and stepped out step by step .

"Done."

When he was done, he pulled out the folding fan and was about to turn around and walk away with ease. Unexpectedly, the peerless face of the evil wickedness under mildness was close at hand!

"It seems that this time, I am still too light?"

Emperor Yun seemed to slow down deliberately, step by step toward him.

Every minute I get closer makes my heart tremble three times. Is it terrible?

"Then, I just want to go out and breathe it!"

It turned out that Di Yun had long known that he was pretending to be faint, no wonder he would send someone to wash his face.

Now that the matter is over, the stars only have to face the difficulties, and they have not forgotten to protect their heads, for fear of being hit again.

Emperor Yun's expressionless face, his unpredictable eyes surging undercurrent.

"Enter the house, I have something to ask you."

"Let me go after asking!" Stars carefully bargained.

"Go?" Emperor Yunxiu's eyebrows flicked lightly and spit out two words: "Dream."