Secret Service Princess: The Cold Prince’s Black Belly Wife

There seemed to be **** encouragement, and Poor Qi seemed even more excited, waving her wings to watch her for a moment in the air, leaning over, and diving at a very fast speed. Leng Yetong tried her best to dodge, but the poorly grasping still pierced her shoulder, and she fell a few meters fiercely. The pain in her shoulder almost fainted her, gritted her teeth, and stood up barely. This monster seemed a little bit There are no flaws, so you will die sooner or later.

Qiongqi hissing sounded, and when the forefoot was lifted, Leng Yetong's eyes lighted up. Where there is no protection, he can only let go. Withdrawing the soft sword from the waist, her eyes were staring at Poor Qi. When it rushed over, she lay down on her back and slid down from it, submerging the soft sword in her hand a little behind her front legs, Then she flew out of the poor range of attack, and Beichen Moxuan rushed over to take her in her arms, and brought her spiritual power to heal her wounds.

Poor Qi made a stern roar, then fell to the ground, re-transfigured into a black bead, as if it had never existed before.

"It's kind of patience, two poor strangers really can't deal with you." Biyue looked at the side and could not help but applaud them, and had to admit that these two men are very strong, especially the woman, whose mortal power can After removing the poor odds, she smiled charmingly. After the sound of the spell, ten beads turned into ten poor odds, wielding sharp grasps, holding fangs, and surrounding them.

"This is bad." Beichen Moxuan frowned, staring at these ten poorly and biting his teeth, it seems that this can only be the case. Cut through the palm, and read, "Take my blood, borrow the power of Ru, Fu Xiqin, now!" Beichen Moxuan's voice just fell, Fu Xiqin broke out, and the powerful spiritual power made the surrounding strangeness retreat. After a few steps, he stared at Fu Xiqin, dare not step forward. The wound just on my hand has healed because of my ability to recover. I wiped the blood on my hand with a quilt. Beichen Moxuan took a deep breath and put his hands on the fu violin. The sound of the piano sounded clear and pleasurable. After suffering great pain, he rolled on the ground and finally transformed into a bead form.

"You can actually play Fu Xiqin! It seems that I despise you, I will let you go today, and I will not be so lucky next time." Bi Yue was also a little overwhelmed by Fu Yiqin's sound, covering her ears, steady When he stabilized, he withdrew his enchantment and disappeared into the night sky, while Luo Qingrou in the room disappeared at the same time.

"Oh!" Stop playing and Fu Xiqin disappeared into the air. Beichen Moxuan spit out a lot of blood, and the blood sprayed on the ground, blooming a gorgeous flower.

"Are you okay?" Leng Yetong stepped forward to support Beichen Moxuan's crumbling body, her eyes filled with worries, and she took out her own wipes and wiped the blood on her lips. She frowned and asked. What's wrong with you?"

"It's Fu Xiqin's back bite." Lan Zhui limped over, the wound on his body was better, but too much blood loss made him a little unstable, walked in front of her, said panting, "Fu Qin The owner is the saint, because the saint falls into reincarnation, only the reincarnation of the saint can use the fujian, and the young master can use it because he has the body's guardianship of the virgin's power, but the fujian The master ca n’t control his spiritual power, so if he uses it forcefully, he will suffer backlash and endure great pain. "