National School Prince Is A Girl

The night continues.

The lights of the ball were shot down.

Fu Jiu was so lazy sitting, holding a goblet in his hand, gently shaking, the corner of his mouth was a shallow smile.

She said it before.

She likes this feeling very much.

Disguised in the crowd, watching people look for themselves, very interesting thing.

Only she used to avoid the police.

And today she doesn't seem to be hiding.

Because she has already seen Lin Feng going in the direction of Yaoyao.

Lin Feng did go towards Xue Yaoyao.

And he felt that his eyesight was very good, and he recognized the person in the first time!

"Yao Yao!"

His words are exported.

Xue Yaoyao raised his embarrassment.

Fu Jiu holds his side face and looks at the dark side. The good-looking brow is half-picked. Later, he should teach Yaoyao this gimmick. Don’t hear someone call his name.

"Hey, I found it!" Lin Feng took the cloud tiger, so he strode to the table.

First, I swept from Xue Yaoyao's body. Then I bent over and directly put my gaze on the person sitting next to Xue Yaoyao. The man had a messy silver hair and wore a pure black coat.

"Well..." Lin Feng pulled closer and continued to study. This should be the style that little spades liked!

Just when he just wanted to point to each other!

A violent sound rang and rang.

No, it shouldn’t be said to be a noise.

It is a real sigh.

If you say that the appearance of Fu Jiu is amazing.

That one came to almost live in the audience.

The masked masquerade played a lot of blood-sucking aristocrats.

It can be like a devil-like indifference, and only he can do it.

Qin Mo!

When people realize the name.

Not only fans, but even the girls who got the way to get tickets, are screaming for a while.

Fu Jiu also looked in the direction of the door.

I saw the man's legs standing slenderly, still casual and elegant.

He was dressed in a white cloak and lined with long boots.

The gorgeous silver silk on the awning collar lined the white face and was instantly eclipsed.

He even had a pair of pure black gloves on his hand. The glove was like a custom made for him. He wrapped his slender fingers and looked more beautiful.

The ring finger also carries a blood red gemstone ring, which symbolizes his blood-sucking aristocratic identity, and the silver cuffs have silver flip-flops.

Every place is full of darkness and luxury.

When he leaned over, his nose was straight and his outline was clear.

The broken diamonds were dotted with the white gold mask on his face, and the pure black forehead was laid down, making him look like a ghost.

The girls have been unable to control the violent heartbeat and have begun to scream.

"Qin God!"

"Qin God!"

"Qin God!"

Listen to the voice of that road.

In addition to the idea of ​​holding the big **** to go home, Fu Jiu has another idea that it is not easy to be a golden man.

Think about it carefully, what is the difference between wearing a mask and not wearing it, and not having fun in a masquerade.

In such a long and straight body and a domineering gas field, it will be recognized as soon as it appears.

When Fu Jiuzhen thought about this, he saw the beautiful back of the man like a mountain undulating, as if he had noticed her gaze.

A handsome face, I am going to throw the light...