Demonic Prince’s Wild Consort: The Trash Illegitimate Miss

The reason is because of the outraged fierce Lie and Yin Feng.

They were trying to break through the call barrier and rushed out to extinguish the dead dirty thing in Shangguan Ling. Bai Ye was reassuring.

"Silly woman, by this time, do not want to say that name?"

On the occasion of a sudden attack, a confused and lazy voice descended from the sky, as if a pair of powerful hands, pulling Bai Ye back from consciousness.

She stepped forward slowly and pushed away the crowd.is it him?

Zhuo Yu looked at the beautiful face close to her, her dark and gleaming eyes flickered slightly, and there seemed to be no one in her eyes, so she walked so quietly, leaving a faint back, farther and farther away from him .

Two black shadows appeared first in the air. A closer look showed that there were six people vaguely behind them, wearing black cloaks and silver masks on their faces.The eight people carried a large royal sedan unique to the shoulders, luxurious and luxurious.

On the top of the sedan chair, there was a person sitting leisurely on top of it, covered with the big black cloak that Bai Ye was no longer familiar with, his legs bent up and down, his right wrist rested comfortably on his right knee, his left hand propped on Behind him, the demon's demon pupil exuded undisguised tenderness, staring into the distance froze in place.

The two were getting closer and closer, but he seemed to be unable to wait for the slightest distance, flicked the big cloak and jumped forward, rushing towards her location.

Mo Fa was flowing straight behind him, and the unspeakable peerlessness made everyone forget to breathe.

Bai Ye's brain was blank. This nasty face was still damn good-looking. It didn't take long for her to feel that she hadn't seen it for a long time.

Emperor Yun wrapped her waist and went straight to the high platform. The eyes of everyone moved with their figure, shocked and amazing, as if enjoying the most beautiful picture scroll in the world.

The eyes are opposite, a pair is a little angry and wronged, a pair of tenderness flashed behind a narrow and proud.

The stubborn little woman was finally willing to show him his weak side.

The two landed steadily beside Shangguan Zhongfu's father and daughter, and Emperor Yun reluctantly let go of her, untiring the great cloak, and covering her like he was on the Pearl Tower.

Everything is so familiar, the only difference is that this time she no longer feels cold, but clearly feels his warm body temperature, and the familiar breath that has not dissipated.

At this time, Eight Lift had already landed in a chair, and several people stood still waiting for the order.

Emperor Yun has never been a host, and he has never attended any occasions except to meet with officials when necessary.

Now, apart from Xiang Qingtian who had the honour to see him in Nan Zhao, Shangguanzhong and several other high-ranking officials, as well as the few people who were present on the day of the Qiangfeng Mountains, no one has ever seen him again. Who is this unparalleled man in front of him?

"City ...... City Lord, why are you here?" Shangguanzhong reacted and immediately knelt down, not forgetting to pull Shangguan Bell from Emperor Yun's face from the beginning to the end.

Other officials also hurried over and bowed down.

Fengtian first responded. The young man in front of him was His Royal Highness, who had been secretly helping Shengying. He also brought all the mentors forward and bowed his knees to salute.

"Caomin visits the prince!"

All the students also knelt down in a hurry, even Fu Sheng, of course, except for the Mozen Yin, who was the Emperor of Western Chu.

Zhuo Yu's face became gloomy, and finally his legs were bent, his hands supporting the ground, pretending to salute.

Emperor Yun Yuguang faintly floated over the conspicuous Mozen Yin, his eyebrows moved gently, even he was.