The Evil Prince and his Precious Wife: The Sly Lady

Murong Xue said with a smile, his palm waved, and a sharp internal force shot towards the northeast ...

"Ah!" A scream rang from the black-painted northeast, a black figure covered his shoulders, and swept across the northeast ...

Murong Ye: "..."

That place really hides a person!

The younger sister hurt his shoulder. It seems that the injury was not light ...

"It's the injury that makes you remember deeply, and it will be more accurate when you describe the incident to Master Hua!" Murong Xue said leisurely.

Murong Ye: "..."

This is true!

The dark night sky was covered with stars, and Murong Xue looked up: "It's not too early, let's go."

"What about these assassins?" Murong Ye asked in a deep voice.

"Just put it here." The patrol guards in Beijing will handle them.

Murong Ye: "..."

Ok!

These dead black assassins have no signs on their clothes, weapons, or bodies. They only look at their bodies, and they can't see which faction they are from. They are thrown here, just throw them here.

The younger sister was troublesome, too lazy to deal with the patrol guards, to explain, and he did not want to leave the patrol guards to say for these black assassins.

While waiting there, he might as well go back to the Happy Palace and let the Dark Guards of the Palace interrogate the second assassin.

As the night grew thicker, Murongxue and Murongye returned to the Xiaoyao Wangfu. Murongye carried the assassin's second boy and went to the Wangfu Dark Guard with great interest. Murongxue went back to his bedroom directly.

After dinner, Murongxue went directly to the bathroom to take a shower. After bathing, she wore a relaxed nightdress, wiped her hair, and walked out. I saw that Ouyang Shaochen did n’t know when he would come back. Wearing a white coat, sitting on the bed, holding a tablet in his hand and tapping.

Murong Xue said with a smile, his palm waved, and a sharp internal force shot towards the northeast ...

"Ah!" A scream rang from the black-painted northeast, a black figure covered his shoulders, and swept across the northeast ...

Murong Ye: "..."

That place really hides a person!

The younger sister hurt his shoulder. It seems that the injury was not light ...

"It's the injury that makes you remember deeply, and it will be more accurate when you describe the incident to Master Hua!" Murong Xue said leisurely.

Murong Ye: "..."

This is true!

The dark night sky was covered with stars, and Murong Xue looked up: "It's not too early, let's go."

"What about these assassins?" Murong Ye asked in a deep voice.

"Just put it here." The patrol guards in Beijing will handle them.

Murong Ye: "..."

Ok!

These dead black assassins have no signs on their clothes, weapons, or bodies. They only look at their bodies, and they can't see which faction they are from. They are thrown here, just throw them here.

The younger sister was troublesome, too lazy to deal with the patrol guards, to explain, and he did not want to leave the patrol guards to say for these black assassins.

While waiting there, he might as well go back to the Happy Palace and let the Dark Guards of the Palace interrogate the second assassin.

As the night grew thicker, Murongxue and Murongye returned to the Xiaoyao Wangfu. Murongye carried the assassin's second boy and went to the Wangfu Dark Guard with great interest. Murongxue went back to his bedroom directly.

After dinner, Murongxue went directly to the bathroom to take a shower. After bathing, she wore a relaxed nightdress, wiped her hair, and walked out. I saw that Ouyang Shaochen did n’t know when he would come back. Wearing a white coat, sitting on the bed, holding a tablet in his hand and tapping.