Poison Genius Consort

Is the dragon non-night really hungry, or is it awkward?

Han Hao looked at him for a long time and didn't know how to answer it. Is she going to cook a night snack, or is she "serving" him?

In the end, Han Wei decided to cook the nightingale. After all, the choice of cooking the flowers of the night and night would not be like being laughed at him just at the door.

Han Wei smiled slightly, and respectfully said, "It is the fault of the courtier to let the temple be hungry. His Highness will be forgiven, and His Royal Highness will wait. The courtier will go to the next bowl."

Han Yuzheng is going to stay, who knows that the dragon is suddenly bullying down the night, pressing her on the couch and trapping her arms.

He did not marry her, and suddenly became very gentle, just like this silent night, tenderness like water.

He was buried in her ear, his voice was low, and he was helpless with three points. He said, "Han Han, you don't ask me, what do you want to eat?"

Han Hao finally found the correct answer. What does he want to eat? He never likes to eat at night, except... eat her, and often eat a few meals.

When the dragon asked at night, he had already gently opened Han Han’s belt, and the big hand slowly penetrated from the waist and went all the way.

He smiled. "Han Han, your face is really not good. Before you can cook the nightingale that satisfies the appetite of this Prince, this Prince only eats you." Here, his big hand has covered her. proud.

Even if Cheng Huan many times, Han Han still can not bear his caress, the moving shengyin can not control the overflow from her lips.

"Dragon is not night, don't... don't..."

She must not know that Long Fei night likes her to call his name. His kiss fell, and the first thing was to leave, but gradually became a request. Ask for her lips and teeth, all the way down, from the most proud to all the way to the most shy.

Han Wei always thought that so many sleepless nights came, she can withstand the gentleness of this man, the man's hegemony.

However, every time she found herself wrong.

This night, she didn't know how she came over. She only knew that she was begging for mercy.

After that night, after a lifetime of death, he has been busy healing. I haven't figured out what happened to Feng Zhili. The dragon is not afraid to carry it at night, for fear that she will be backed by the phoenix again. In addition to the double repair, all the time is used to heal.

Also today, I received a reply from the old man of Jianzong, confirming that Fengli is safe for her. They are really escaping, and the heart hanging in the air is also put down.

I haven’t had a good hug to each other yet, and I haven’t had a good mutual comfort. For Long Fei night, or so real possession, possession, can comfort his biggest surprise in this life.

At the end of the night, the dragon is also exhausted. He still arrogantly slammed Han Han, and she was not allowed to move...

In this way, the dragons stayed in the night and secretly stayed in the hole. All three of them worked hard to heal, and within a few days the wounds of Han Han recovered.

She tentatively activated Feng Zhili and found that she could actually activate a part of it. Therefore, she turned into a fire with the power of Feng, to assist in the alchemy of Tianhuo.

Seeing that the Tianhuo dry furnace was nourished by the power of Feng, the old man of Dan furnace smiled. He assured Han Han that as long as Han Han’s daily practice of fire is no less than five hours, within five days, he will become a dragon!

Five hours, that is hard work. Dragon non-night and

Gu Qi did not agree, but Han Han still convinced them. After all, their time is really tight and tight.

While Han Hao worked hard to refine Dan, the dragon stayed at night to pay attention to the dynamics of all parties in the cloud and air. Gu Qixiao turned over the two ancient poisonous scriptures that he carried with him while arranging the manpower to explore the whereabouts of the local fire.

At this time, most of the clouds and empty continents have already snow, and the entire Tianshan Mountains, the rolling hills are all snow-capped, and even some of the pavilions on the mountainside can not be seen.

The vast evil swords are also covered with snow. They do not agree with the Tianshan Jianzong. The evil swords have a unique mountain road. No matter how big the snow is, they can freely go up and down the mountain.

Bai Yanqing has already cured the internal injuries. At this time, he is standing in the snow and looking at the south.

The black yarn woman came to a hot stove with a warm hand and handed it over. It was not like the person in the evil swordsman who was as respectful as Bai Yanqing.

"Tianan and West Zhou, can you have a message?" Bai Yanqing asked.

"Dragon Tianmo lost Mu Qingwu, and he ignored the Duanmu for more than ten days. General Mu Da also did not go to the training ground for more than ten days. Hundreds of old people, you really expect things like God, the younger generation will serve you." The black yarn woman smiled.

Bai Yanqing did not feel the **** of the black yarn woman. He asked, "Was the Emperor Kang Cheng?"

"You shouldn't care more about Chu Jiajun? Without Mu Jiajun, Long Tianmo is just a waste, no Chu Jiajun..."

The black yarn woman hesitated for a moment, after all, did not say the words "Kang Cheng emperor", only said, "He is also a waste."

"So, Long Tianmo has not found the poison in Duanmu?" Bai Yanqing asked again.

The poison in the end of the raft is really not under the moon, but the Duanmu, the dowry of the palace girl, the child of the black yarn woman.

"The spices that Huanla took out are still in the poison doctor. You can rest assured about this matter!" Although the black yarn woman is covered with black crepe, it looks very low-key and restrained, but the exposed eyes are not low-key at all. It is full of hot and vicious.

She added, "Mu Yueyue, what is her most deadly thing, I know!"

"Excellent, Mujia... Oh, the old man will hand it over to you."

Bai Yanqing got up and seriously said a word, "Shantou, the success or failure of your life is here, and you must live in anger..."

He said, patted the woman's shoulder on the black yarn and turned and left.

"White old, are you going to the North calendar?" The black yarn woman quickly caught up.

If Bai Yanqing goes to the north, the civil war that has become a mess in the civil war can be seen.

Bai Yanqing did not answer, just waved her hand and let her not send it.

The black yarn woman quickly asked again, "White old, when are you coming back? Tianshan..."

Her words have not been asked, Bai Yanqing's gray figure disappeared into the snow.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger, the black yarn woman has to go back indoors, she looks out the window, looks at the top of the sky, muttering to himself, "I must regret you!"

From the Tianshan Mountains to the North Calendar, not far away, unless there is a big storm to block the road, it will be more than ten days.

After Bai Yanqing leaves the evil swords, will he go to the Northern calendar?

On this day, the army of the emperor’s pro-fall was blocked by a heavy snow and camped in a village. Wherever the soldiers of the army and the evil spirits go, they will all be plundered, but if they resist, they will kill innocent people.

Ning Cheng silently fled

In the village that was dead, the killing in the shackles was a bit stronger.

Jun Yi Chongba occupied a spacious courtyard in the village, let the soldiers clean up and ignited the stove, and he invited Ning Cheng to live in.

"Look at this snow, it won't stop for two or three days. Ning everyone, and squat here." Jun also said with kindness.

Ning Cheng all the way is very silent, if not necessary, he will not speak. Jun Yixie also used to his temper.

Soon, Jun Yixie personally warmed a pot of wine, poured it on Ning Cheng, and discussed with him the stalemate between Ning Jiajun and Dong Qinjun.

"Oh, wait for your 30,000 wars to go hand-in-hand, the soldiers will be attacked in three ways, and they will be sure to hit them with a drop of water!" Jun also had a few days before the game, and he was in a good mood.

"After another month, the 30,000 war horses should also be pulled out!" Ning Cheng said faintly.

"Ning Cheng, it is better to do this. You can use the red cannon in your hand to play with the king. In the summer of next year, the king will go with you to the south. How?" Jun Yixie had already played a red robe. The idea.

The reason why he raised it so directly today is that he has already begun to realize that the troops in his hands have no way to kill the northern emperor in a short time, and then play for three or five months, and the two sides will surely enter a stalemate.

And once the two sides are deadlocked, he loses a lot of initiative. Nowadays, once the situation is lost, the danger is great.

After all, Jun Yixie is too confident. If he realizes that his strength cannot swallow the whole north, perhaps he will not launch the civil war so rashly.

Ning Cheng disdained him and gave a very simple answer. "You don't even think about it! There is no red cannon. What do I take with the dragon to fight at night? Jun is evil, but I said yes, I will help you north, you Help me to go south! If you renege, I will take back all the military squad now, and you will want to get the money from the bank again!"

It is rather to accept such a decisive attitude, let Jun Yixie dispel the worry of the heart, at least, he will be deadlocked with the emperor of the Northern calendar, and Ning Jiajun will not become the arrow behind him.

Nowadays, in the situation of the North calendar, he is already riding a tiger. He can only go out and gamble. If he is not good, he still has the two qualities of peace and Mu Linger. One can threaten Tangmen, and the second can threaten Han Han, or there is a back road.

Ning Cheng responded to the Jun and evil, the tiger prison side, Bai Yuqiao and quiet, Mu Linger jointly deal with the guards of the tiger prison.

Recently, Jun Yi’s eyes on the tiger’s prison were particularly tight, and the guards were inspected at three days. Fortunately, there is a white jade Joe, otherwise the quiet pregnancy can never be hidden.

On this day, a group of guards had just checked the large yard, and the tranquility did not dare to go out again. Mu Linger and Bai Yuqiao stood at the door, and both spit out their mouths.

"Mu Linger, they will go to Su Xiaoyu when they will, I have to go right now. There should be nothing here, you take care of the tranquility." Bai Yuqiao whispered.

Mu Linger nodded, "Reassured."

Who knows, Bai Yuqiao just left, Kim Deacon appeared in front of her out of thin air, Mu Linger was shocked, almost shouted.

Fortunately, the gold deacon was holding her mouth in time, and the gold deacon asked unpleasantly, "Mu Linger, can you not be so rash every time?"

Mu Linger pulled off his big hand and took a few deep breaths to calm down. She asked with vigilance, "What are you doing?"

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Mo said: Please automatically ignore the bug of burning letters, the routine is too deep... Mo Yi put himself in the pit.

(End of this chapter)