The Evil Prince and his Precious Wife: The Sly Lady

Thinking of this, Ouran turned hurriedly and ran out of the house ...

After leaving the house, Yinglan ran forward in secret, and turned to the front of a mansion, and ran straight in.

There are many roads in the mansion, but Oran's familiar doors run along Qingshi Road. After a while, they ran to the meeting room and hurriedly pushed the door and walked in: "Master ... Master ..."

There was a man sitting in the parlor with his head hanging down, holding a wolf pen, writing on the paper in front of him, and after hearing the cry of Orchid, he raised his head, with a serious face and a sharp face Looking, it was the original Huatai teacher.

Someone broke into the parlor and disturbed him. Master Hua was very displeased, but when he saw the face of the coming hell like Rakshasa, his eyes widened in surprise: "You ... who are you?"

Hua Taishi's eyeful alert, looking at Orchid is very anxious, and hurriedly replied: "Go back to the master, the slave-servant is Orchid ...... Oranan ......"

"Oran Orchid?" Master Huatai was slightly surprised, staring at the people in front of him carefully. I saw that the face of the man in front of him was very familiar. Except for the purple and black color on his face, and the red blood on his face, it was indeed Oran.

Master Huatai secretly relieved and looked at Yinglan in a puzzled way: "Oran, how did you become this look?"

Thinking of this, Ouran turned hurriedly and ran out of the house ...

After leaving the house, Yinglan ran forward in secret, and turned to the front of a mansion, and ran straight in.

There are many roads in the mansion, but Oran's familiar doors run along Qingshi Road. After a while, they ran to the meeting room and hurriedly pushed the door and walked in: "Master ... Master ..."

There was a man sitting in the parlor with his head hanging down, holding a wolf pen, writing on the paper in front of him, and after hearing the cry of Orchid, he raised his head, with a serious face and a sharp face Looking, it was the original Huatai teacher.

Someone broke into the parlor and disturbed him. Master Hua was very displeased, but when he saw the face of the coming hell like Rakshasa, his eyes widened in surprise: "You ... who are you?"

Hua Taishi's eyeful alert, looking at Orchid is very anxious, and hurriedly replied: "Go back to the master, the slave-servant is Orchid ...... Oranan ......"

"Oran Orchid?" Master Huatai was slightly surprised, staring at the people in front of him carefully. I saw that the face of the man in front of him was very familiar. Except for the purple and black color on his face, and the red blood on his face, it was indeed Oran.

Master Huatai secretly relieved and looked at Yinglan in a puzzled way: "Oran, how did you become this look?"

Thinking of this, Ouran turned hurriedly and ran out of the house ...

After leaving the house, Yinglan ran forward in secret, and turned to the front of a mansion, and ran straight in.

There are many roads in the mansion, but Oran's familiar doors run along Qingshi Road. After a while, they ran to the meeting room and hurriedly pushed the door and walked in: "Master ... Master ..."

There was a man sitting in the parlor with his head hanging down, holding a wolf pen, writing on the paper in front of him, and after hearing the cry of Orchid, he raised his head, with a serious face and a sharp face Looking, it was the original Huatai teacher.

Someone broke into the parlor and disturbed him. Master Hua was very displeased, but when he saw the face of the coming hell like Rakshasa, his eyes widened in surprise: "You ... who are you?"

Hua Taishi's eyeful alert, looking at Orchid is very anxious, and hurriedly replied: "Go back to the master, the slave-servant is Orchid ...... Oranan ......"

"Oran Orchid?" Master Huatai was slightly surprised, staring at the people in front of him carefully. I saw that the face of the man in front of him was very familiar. Except for the purple and black color on his face, and the red blood on his face, it was indeed Oran.

Master Huatai secretly relieved and looked at Yinglan in a puzzled way: "Oran, how did you become this look?"