Wild Malicious Consort: Good For Nothing Ninth Miss

And Jolyn, right next to the dragon, delivered water with tea, all by herself.

The bright-eyed can see that Jolyn has a passion for the dragon.

“Young Master Long is very fortunate. With such a beautiful and competent assistant as Miss Lauryn, I will definitely explain to Her Highness the requirements required by Young Master Long this time. I hope that the next time we meet, we can work together successfully. Then I will leave you alone and say goodbye...”

None of those cold words have set, and a strong wind has blown.

“Who?”

The five chills of the gods, the seven samurai breath, suddenly arose.

If Lynn was the first to react, the soft sword between her waist suddenly attacked the smell of “Dragon Major”.

But...

“Boom!”

Young Master Long whisked his hand, and the strong breath of the great samurai swung her away.

His body slammed into a table and chair beside him, making a loud noise.

All of a sudden, don't say Jolyn didn't react, even the five chills who were preparing to help were stunned!

Seeing that the dragon faced the assault from the face, his tight corner of mouth, the evil glamour rose slightly.

Ben's body, sitting on the chair, moved weirdly, avoiding the sword that wanted to stab him in the arm, backhand, the palm intercepted the split right hand.

“It's been so long since I've seen you try to murder your husband!” The hypomagnetic voice, gently brushed, can only be heard by two people.

Cloud dance rumors, the corner of the mouth curled up; “Looks like I remember, but...”

"I'm not here to tell you how old I am, I'm here to lend you some blood. ”

The next second the words fell, her left hand dagger slid straight past him, his elbow under the cover of a thunder.

The knife fails.

Instead, the man stretched his arm and dragged her into his arms, "It's not easy to get blood, just say it and send it to you. ”

He grabbed him tightly, cloud-dancing frown struggled, turned his head and greeted the evil golden eyes of the man, “You're still talkative, let go. ”

Young Master Long didn't cheat, he immediately let go of his hand.

The cloud dance foot turned and suddenly moved one step away from him. The dagger on his left hand was thrown directly at him.

“You said it yourself, then hurry up. ”

The man's golden eyes glanced deeply at her, his mouth lifted with a smile, with a hint of evil and a hint of darkness.

“Quite anxious, why! Are you ready to go with the master's son? ”

Cloud dance doesn't answer, hands on his chest, look at him.

When the man saw this, the golden eye squinted dangerously slightly.

When the woman was not moving, it was still the indifferent look at him, her eyes converged abnormally and her mouth slightly snapped up.

In front of her, the hand with the dagger drew towards her other palm.

Blood red, soon seeped out.

He took his hand back and handed out the delicious jade bottle after it had flowed into the jade bottle for about half a bottle.

The cloud dance also went forward and reached for the jade bottle, ready to turn around and leave.

But when she reached out for the jade bottle, he grabbed it.

“Just like that? ”

The cloud dance lifted his eyes and greeted him with a smile. “Thank you! Can we let go now? ”

This woman, she knows that's not what he's talking about.

However, in front of these people, he did nothing and let go of her hand.