Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 1772 The pet husband of the national teacher is very attractive (3)

   "Miss Feng Er don't have to give such a big gift." The person paused, then whispered: "You are in the way."

   implication,

  If you want to kneel, you can go up to the side and kneel. Just kneel in the middle of the road, which will delay the carriage.

  Feng Chuge’s face worsened.

  Does this mean that she even despises her when she kneels?

  Feng Chuge is not like kneeling, how could she kneel by a feudal ancient person?

  But it just seemed that there was an invisible force that forced her to kneel down, and she couldn't even raise her head.

  A drop of fine sweat slipped from Feng Chuge's forehead, and her uncontrollable body finally made her feel a little real panic.

   "Lan Jiu, take her aside." The person in the carriage said quietly.

Of course, the blue boy who called Lan Jiu perfectly executed the orders of his idol. He pursed his lips and dragged Feng Chuge to the side of the road expressionlessly. After confirming that Feng Chuge would not stand in the way, he did this. Back to the carriage again.

   "Let's go." The girl's national teacher just spit out a word.

  The gorgeous and luxurious light purple carriage walked forward unhurriedly, the silver-white bells collided with each other and made a crisp sound, and the golden tassels hung on the roof eaves of the carriage also swayed gently.

  Until the carriage had crossed the street and was nowhere to be seen, the people who respected the kneeling people slowly got up and looked respectfully in the direction where the carriage left.

  The 16-year-old girl national teacher, with her own strength, protected Chu and the country for three years without wars, droughts, peace and joy.

  Everything is happy wherever you go.

  How can people disrespect and worship?

   And just now, I didn't know the etiquette, didn't understand the imperial prestige, and arbitrarily contradicted the national teacher and even the Fengchu song of today's majesty, which made countless people roll their eyes.

at this time,

  Feng Chuge realized that she was ready to get up. She gritted her teeth, ignored these mocking gazes, and walked in the other direction without stopping for a second, but her back was indeed a little embarrassed.

  The gorgeous and luxurious light purple carriage,

  All were covered with fluffy snow-white blankets, and the snow-clothed girl was leaning there casually, like a waterfall of ink draped behind her, and her translucent complexion became paler and more delicate.

  A seventeen-year-old girl, a national teacher,

  A snow-colored brocade suit, cold and expensive.

  The face is beautiful, unparalleled.

  Yan Bai lowered her eyes slightly, her long eyelashes covering her cold eyes, her cold fingertips were still floating with a touch of ink-colored flames, faintly permeated with a cold and dangerous aura, which was just used to suppress Feng Chu's song.

  The young national teacher gave a light tweet, and the whole person leaned back, rubbing the blood red mark on the porcelain white wrist with his fingertips unconsciously.

  This plane is not a fantasy plane, but a relatively ordinary ancient plane, but this country believes in gods, and dyed white is the **** in their eyes.

  In fact,

  It’s been three years since I came to this plane,

Yes,

  Three years.

  This country is Chu and the country. The country with the strongest strength on the mainland, the most cities, and the elite soldiers is also the most popular country.

  In this country, the most popular is not the wise majesty of today, but the young girl national teacher.

  The hero of this plane is the emperor of Chu He, Shangguan Yi.

  The relationship between Shangguanyi and the original owner is the relationship between brother and sister.

  Yes.

  The original owner himself is indeed psychic, capable of the art of surviving words and spirits.

The original owner of    was an orphan. He was adopted by the owner of the Tianji Pavilion since he was a child and grew up. Naturally, he was personally passed on by the owner of the Tianji Pavilion and was the only disciple of the Tianji Pavilion.

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