Rebirth Of The General’s Granddaughter

But when I was leaving, Purple Ghost stood up and said, "Father, don't go yet, okay? Ghost also prepared gifts for grandfather, father, uncle. Last time at the market, the Phantom only bought gifts for his mother and aunt, but not for his grandfather, father and uncle. The Phantom has always felt uneasy. Today, during this reunion festival, the Phantom prepared song and dance for his grandfather, father and uncle. May Grandpa, father and uncle Ping Ping be lucky! All the best! ”

After that, someone brought up the Indian instrument, and she walked down and changed her clothes.

When you come out again, the purple ghost outfit makes everyone look straight at you.

An icy blue saree, her tiny jade figure, full of silk, made up into a big braid, wrapped around a circle of white jasmine blossoms, a thin lapel wrist, on a slender ankle, with a circle of silver glitter brilliantly set with a broken diamond bracelet, between the eyebrows with a sparkling blue sunny gemstone blossom, on the forehead with a frontal chain set with crystalline sapphire droplets, even above the eyebrows, all affixed a circle of broken diamond.

Eyelashes as long as butterfly wings, silver blue eyeshadows, and red lips as condensed petals leave her crisp and cold as a full moon.

Especially her dark purple glasses, in the night, in the moonlight, as beautiful as purple crystals that invade the water, fluorescent and crystal clear.

Purple Ghost picked up the vinyl and looked at it in front of a single piece of magic, dressed in white sari poetry, nodded softly, then lifted up his hand like a soft jade and twisted the string.

At one time, exotic music sounded through the garden, and with the sound of music, purple ghosts gently opened Zhu's throat and sang Indian songs.

In that instant, you seem to hear the birds bouncing water, the yellow inger chanting, the nightingale singing, the three days around the beam, the sound of the sky, like some vibrant and light elves, baptizing the mind once.

Not long ago, with the purple ghost singing, a woman dressed in red sari came dancing.

A red, silver-silk-embroidered sari wrapped tightly around the body of a woman's slim slim. Long jade neck, a piece of soufflé xiōng and small half-cut vegetarian waist, such as coagulated white jade, half-closed, a pair of hydrated and proportional show arms exposed, even Xiu Mei's lotus feet silently demonic, issued a tempting invitation.

The woman's costume is undoubtedly metallurgical, but attractive, not only for the woman's costume, but also for the woman's deity.

A woman with a pair of phoenix eyes, moisturized and mellow, reveals a kind of loving weakness.

The red lips are gorgeous, shiny, slightly open, like there are thousands of words to speak to you; you can see people, their hearts are soft, they can't help but want to care for her.

Though not superb, her witty and weak temperament inspires a man's desire for protection and possession, preventing you from moving away from her eyes.

General Mu Lao and Mu Yingyi are all right, they are both gentlemen and not impressed by beauty.

But the hungry ghost Mu Yiyi, can't do it, his eyes are straight, he doesn't even know that the halla has spilled out.

Wang Yiping saw that Qi's nails were almost strangled in the meat. He slammed Mu Yingwei hard and whispered, “What's your daughter doing? Where'd you get such a fox? I'm not afraid of jokes! ”

When Mu Yingrui listened, he glanced at the Liu family. He saw his youngest daughter-in-law looking at the purple ghost. He smiled gently and graciously. A liver flame rushed up.

Gifts flower silver, but no coffee, no collections, no messages, no stingy, little ice needs power!