Wild Malicious Consort: Good For Nothing Ninth Miss

The woman slowly stepped out of the carriage in the eyes of many amazing people.

“Miss, if you can come back, everyone is ready and waiting for you.” The waiter spoke with great respect to the woman.

“Was the master's room lit?” Soft as still water. Softly ask.

The attendant nodded, "It's been lit for a while. ”

Heard, the woman smiled slightly.

This laugh allows everyone around you to take a deep breath.

Beautiful five officials, little melon face, condensed skin like snow, hands up between feet, are all the nobility of that demon.

Beautiful as flowers?

No, this woman is even more delicate than the flowers. Especially those big eyes of water. They clearly look pure and clear, but they are also dyed with a hint of glamour.

This laughingstock could only be used on this woman.

The crowd around, at this moment, seems to have forgotten about the collision of the wagon, beating people to death.

The man's eyes couldn't get away from her. The woman was jealous and chewed on her teeth...

Beautiful woman, really, really beautiful.

Even the cloud dance had to admit, the woman was beautiful.

The cloud dance was just under the whip, and the smooth came in behind the carriage.

At this point, standing behind the carriage, if nothing happens to the people, when the waiter respectfully leads the woman towards the auction, she follows behind, intending to touch the fish in the water.

Just!

She was dressed too commonly and was stopped by a guard as soon as she walked to the door.

“Who are you? Do you have an invitation? ”

After a loud drink by a guard, the beautiful woman walked in front, paused, turned her head and glanced at the cloud dance.

However, those beautiful eyes took a circle on the cloud dance and quickly withdrew their gaze and walked inside.

No crumbs?

Indeed, it is clear from her eyes that the derisive irony.

It's ridiculing her!

The cloud dance is a bit of a laugh.

When he retracted his gaze, he looked up at the guard who had just spoken out loud. He wanted to say that it was the Murong family.

But this is, at this point, a clear, beautiful male voice coming from behind.

“She came with me. ”

The smell, the cloud dance turned, and when I saw the white du sand, and the two shadows of the little waiter, my eyebrows suddenly picked.

Is that them?

The man I met yesterday afternoon at a tavern in Side City.

The cloud dance took all night to get back to L.A., but how could they be here at this hour?

Little glance glanced at the ordinary cloud dance, little frown wrinkled, seemed somewhat dissatisfied with the behavior of his own master.

“Yesterday I entertained a scumbag man, and today I helped such an ugly woman. What happened to him after he came out...”

After muttering to himself, he went forward reluctantly and handed the guard an invitation.

“Turns out it was the son of a teacher, Prince Nangong. I'm so sorry. I didn't know this girl was a Nangong Prince. Please forgive me.” As soon as I saw the invitation, the guard with a heavy voice, hurried and humbled himself.

The attendant beside him hurriedly greeted the way forward.

“Prince Nangong, please come inside. ”

Son of a master?

Cloud dance rumors, the bottom of his eyes was a surprise, his eyes swept a few more eyes on Nangong Yi.

One of the five things she needs to gather together is "pure blood," that is, blood on this man?