"Meaning, they will become your people immediately, or you will become their people immediately. In short, let them be in you, and you in them ..." Murong Xue said with a smile, wrist When I turned it over, a large piece of white powder spread on the man in black ...
Murongxue's words are not obscure. Murongji naturally understood it, staring at Murongxue with a pale face: "What are you sprinkling?"
"Yin Yang San." Murong Xue said one word at a time: a few days ago, when she was playing with herbs, she accidentally dispensed several poisonous poisons, eyebrow medicine. It comes in handy ...
Murong Ji, as a noble boy, had been exposed to conspiracy and tricks, and also knew some medicines for the three indiscriminate drugs. The name of Yin Yang powder knew nothing good after hearing it. He looked coldly at Murong Xue and gritted his teeth: "You are really Despicable! "
"To each other, if you don't take the bamboo tube into my room and blow the smoke, I won't give you yin and yang ..." Murong Xue glanced at Murong casually, his eyebrows mockingly: he was cruel. Counting her first, why should she be merciful?
"It's not so easy to calculate me." Murong Ji smiled strangely, suddenly pulled out the dagger in his sleeve, and stabs at Murong Xue fiercely.
Murong Xue snorted dismissively, sideways to avoid the dagger wielded by Murong Ji, lifted his foot and kicked him on the chest, kicked him out, the white in his hand was smashed, and he smashed his head and face towards him, spilling his head A look ...
"Punch!" Murong Ji fell heavily into the black crowd, fell dizzy and tinnitus, eyes staring at Venus, his eyes burst into flames, he was about to get up, and stab Murong Xue, do not want, the black clothes around People rushed towards him, tearing at his clothes.
Murong Ji was shocked, struggling hard, beating the man in black fiercely: "What are you doing, let go, let go ..."
The man in black turned a deaf ear, grabbed his shirt, and continued tearing ...
"You idiots, let go, let go ..." Murong Ji struggled desperately, thumping, full of panic, Yu Guang looked at Murong Xue and sternly ordered: "Murong Xue, let them stop, let them stop."
"The cousin brought them here, why didn't they let them do this kind of thing, and why should they stop it?" Murong Xue looked at him slightly with a smile on his lips.
"You ..." Murong Ji chuckled and pointed to Murong Xue, unable to speak.
Mu Rongxue turned a blind eye and continued to stimulate: "Mrs. Murong's boudoir, but no one can enter if you want to enter. Since you come in, don't rush away ..."
"You!" Murong Ji stared at Murong Xue with hate, and the burning blaze at the bottom of his eyes was eager to swallow her alive.
Murong Xue turned a blind eye and said with a smile: "I generously gave the boudoir to my cousin, and my cousin will enjoy it slowly!"
Murong Ji's eyes widened and watched Murong Xue walked out of the door, smiling and waving at him, closing the door little by little, and closing his hope of escape, one after another. The man in black rushed over, tore him off, and abused him.
Murong Ji's eyes were crimson, and an angry shout penetrated the clouds, resounding through the clouds: "Murong Xue!"
Murongxue outside the house turned a deaf ear, Shi Shiran walked under the Qionghua tree and sat down on the recliner, complaining of dissatisfaction: "Late in the middle of the night, I came here to disturb my dreams and made me sleeplessly. ghost……"
There were no traces hidden in the dark, and the corners of her mouth twitched: Miss Murong has already taught those nasty ghosts hard, and it is considered revenge for herself ...
The man's high-pitched low roar, sharp cursing, anger and murmur came out loomingly, Murong Xueliu frowned slightly, her falling snow pavilion really became a place for some people to chaos, first a Murongrou, then Is a Murong Ji, the descendants of Du Shisheng, are all good.
However, Murong Ji does things more than Murong Rou and Murong Jian, and is even more ruthless. It can be said that the blue is better than the blue ...
A breeze blew past, bringing a touch of coldness, and Murong Xue couldn't help but tighten his clothes.
Wu Qian ’s eyes sank, and suddenly appeared: "Murong girl, do you want to make a cup of hot tea?" The room inside Luoxue Pavilion is undergoing a war, and it is not suitable to go in to get clothes. As for his clothes, hehe, he dare not give Murong girl ...
"No need!" Murong Xue shook his head and smiled slightly: "I can quickly enter Luoxue Ge to see the excitement, not freezing ..."
No trace nodded to understand, Murong Ji was young, and his mind was very poisonous, he arranged so many illusions to count Murong girl, surely also arranged a lot of people to watch the lively ......
"Ah ... Help ... Help! ..." A high-pitched exclaim came from the inner room of Luoxue Pavilion, penetrating the clouds, and resounding through the clouds. The people of Zhenguo's Mansion were all startled. From all directions, the mighty Running towards Luoxue Pavilion, the first two people were impressively Murongjian and Zhou.
Standing outside the Luoxue Pavilion, listening to the rising and falling roars of the men and the chorus that made people blush and heartbeat, the unmarried girls all bowed their heads, one by one, their faces turned red, and the little girls laughed unnaturally. Awkward, embarrassed.
Murong Jian's eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, as if he hadn't expected this to be the case.
Zhou's eyelids drooped slightly, and there was an undisguised ridicule at the bottom of his eyes: one female, many males, Murongxue, this little bitch, wouldn't want to lose her reputation, as long as she ruined her, Jier's glory and wealth Far……
"Xue'er, what's wrong with you ..." Holding Sipa to wipe the corners of the eyes, Zhou rushed to the bedroom with concern and kicked the door open. The thick and luxurious breath came to her, smoking her Frowning tightly, he quickly covered his nose and mouth with Sipa.
Looking up, I saw a lot of black clothes were torn and torn, one piece east and the other piece scattered, messy, more than a dozen naked men in a circle, pressed tightly on the most The man in the middle is doing the most primitive movement ...
The middlemost man's eyes were closed, his face was pale and bloodless, his fair skin was covered with bruises and bruises, and his beautiful face saw Zhou's bang, and his head was stunned: Ji'er, what did she do? Will you see Ji's face?Is it dazzling?
"Master Ji ... It's Master Ji ..." The little girl's exclamation shouted into her ears. Zhou's awake suddenly, looking at the young teenager who was surrounded by men in the middle and wantonly tortured. Her heartache couldn't be more terrified. Shouted: "Hurry to pull away those scumbags ..."
"Yes, yes ..." Mammy, Mammy, the little servants wake up like dreams, hurried forward, grabbed the men's arms, and pulled hard outward ...