Wild Malicious Consort: Good For Nothing Ninth Miss

Yan Zenxuan and others are here, the stranger flowered from the unchanged martial arts, so Pinggi quickly got his hands on it, and the two rolled together.

She squeezed the neck of a stranger and scattered her hair, half mad and half angry. “Bitch, I'm dead, you need to give me a back pad! No, no, that's not good enough. ”

The viciousness in her eyes almost condensed to the essence, and her slender fingernails were cut over the soft, white cheeks of a stranger.

Yan Beicheng saw this, his hands suddenly held tight into fists, regardless of the front pulled Pinkie up, forcibly separated people, threw them aside, then hurried to the stranger in front of the flowers, holding her face and watching carefully.

Pinkie is so crazy. Forgive me, Yan Beicheng is fast enough. The white cheeks are still scratched with a blood mark. Yellow bean-sized blood beads are spinning outward.

“Bring her down quickly.” Yan Zhenxuan wanted to go forward, but seeing Yan Beicheng so nervous, he quickly suppressed his worries and turned to the people in the house to tell him.

With the talent, the small guards in the house were not well alerted, clustered a lot of people, tied Pinkie Five Flowers and blocked her mouth, so she hurried down.

“Brother, sister-in-law of the Emperor...” Yan Xuan stood aside for a while, still unable to bear the worries in his heart. He was just about to ask, but before he finished speaking, he saw that Yan Beicheng had directly stopped the stranger flowers from lifting his waist, and walked out in a hurry. He had been poured cold water when his heart was hot, and he didn't know what it was like to freeze.

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“I'm fine.” All the way to Yanbeicheng, she died holding strange flowers, no matter how she struggled, until the docking yard he relaxed a little and put her on the bed in the future, she jumped out of his arms and opened her mouth slightly.

Seeing her seemed irrelevant, Yan Beicheng's eyebrows suddenly wrinkled. Lifting his hand seemed to want to touch her wound. He was afraid to hurt her again. At one point, there was nothing he could do, but let a stranger see a misty water.

Looking at her confusion, he couldn't help but squeeze it gently over her intact cheek, “Silly woman, in that case, why don't you defend yourself? If she's going crazy and pulls out a hammer to stab you, will you be a good boy? ”

The stranger winked slightly, his long eyelashes stirred gently like wings, "So many people from Imperial City stare there, can I be lazy again? Besides, with so many people present, how can I ignore all of them? I'm fine anyway, but Pinkie, there could have been a way to stay alive, and now I'm afraid it's the only way to live. ”

“If you dare to hurt the king's woman, you will not be able to split the corpse of five horses.” Mentioned here, Yan Beicheng's original clear and unseen eyes were dyed a little violent and dark.

The stranger was warm in his heart, his lips could not help but gently tick, but unexpectedly pulled the wound on his cheek, and suddenly blood beads appeared, dripping on the back of Yan Beicheng's hand, like hot iron water, pulled his thoughts back.

“What's going on, why are you still dripping blood?” It's just a scratch, which, according to reason, should soon be scabbed, but this wound reached the cheek of a stranger. Instead of scabbing, it was still pouring blood water outside, and Yan Beicheng was shocked to see.