The Demonic King Chases His Wife: The Rebellious Good-for-Nothing Miss

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It is a dragon scale horse, all the way to the speed, the original ten-day journey arrived within two days.

The Sunset Mountain Range is the largest forest of Warcraft in Dongling State. It is located in the northwest of Dongling State and covers an area of ​​about one province.

After thousands of years of nourishment, the ancient woods are soaring, the Warcraft is rampant, and the non-martials decide not to enter.

However, the sunset mountains are not lonely, because there are always warriors entering, or practicing, or hunting for Warcraft, or looking for herbs.

The luxurious and magnificent carriage stopped slowly and stopped at the town of Qiaotou in the north of the sunset mountain range.

People who normally enter the sunset mountains will rest for one night in Qiaotou Town and prepare for the supply of the setting sun.

"Let's eat more green vegetables. When you get inside, there is only barbecue." In the box, Nangong Liuyun clipped a chopsticks chicken into the bowl, and his eyes were almost full of smiles.

The dispute two days ago was for him, as if the wind was blowing, he wouldn’t have it. After that, he still had what to do or how to make it.

Su Luo looked at him and said, "You also eat."

"You give me a clip, I will eat." Nangong Liuyun approached her, a smile on his face.

However, at this time, a loud noise was heard outside, accompanied by the cry of the little girl panicked.

The Soviet Union looked down from the window.

There is a dispute in the lobby on the first floor.

I saw a 13-year-old girl crying very badly, and next to her, the white-haired grandfather was being caught in the collar and raised high.

"You let go of my grandfather, you will let go of my grandfather, my grandfather is about to be killed by you... oh..." The little girl cried almost breathlessly.

The one who slammed the old man was a scorpion, a smocked robes, but he had a long face with a pointed monkey.

He dragged his tail and sneered slowly, his face was sullen and fierce: "Dead old man, you see clearly, we have flies in this dish, you say, what should I do?"

The old man who was shackled was seventy or eighty years old, with white hair and frost, his face with wrinkles, his eyelids pulling, and his speech was somewhat unfavorable.

He was full of bitterness and trembled and prayed: "Several lords, our store has always been clean, how can there be flies? This, this must be wrong."

"Is it wrong? Isn't this a fly? You say, what should I do now!" The son of the son stepped on the bench and grabbed the collar of the old man.

There is a row of thugs behind him, all of them are fierce and fierce, their eyes are round and powerful, and they are powerful, giving them a powerful deterrent.

"These dishes... I will give them to you free of charge. What do you think?" The old man’s face could not tell the truth.

"Free gift? What do you mean? When we eat white food?" The son is very dissatisfied. "You see clearly, there is a fly in your family's dish! Ah, have you seen it?"

He pressed the head of the old man to the table and almost buried his entire face in the dish.

The old man is full of bitterness: "Yes, yes, what do you say when you say what to do..."

The son of the singer sneered a few times: "This is not our deliberate blackmail. It is a problem with your food. If you take out fifty or two silver, this matter will be revealed."

"Fifty two?" The old man was shocked and almost unbelievable.