Overlord, Love Me Tender

Chapter 1911, I am now insulting you.

Some words, said extremely overbearing and strong.

If the ten scene children are present, I am afraid that I will be touched by the liver and brain.

Of course, these words, in the ears of the people, are declaring war on them.

The disciple who dares to love her ten scenes is a human being.

Other people are not people?

These three views are also slightly embarrassing!

"So, the ten-view head today is to insist on clearing the night for the night?" The night fell and smiled and bent his eyebrows, and asked with a smile.

"Not only for the sake of my disciples, but also for the reputation of my ten scenes!" Jing Hao's eyes swayed with fierceness, and she finally understood why the night was so shallow that she insisted that the night could not pass.

Because, this seemingly sweet and harmless girl.

In fact, it is too dangerous.

If you can't use it for yourself.

That must be done soon!

Otherwise, if you die in the future, you will be yourself!

"噗哧~"

The night fell and I couldn’t help but laugh.

She smiled and trembled, and she felt a pain in her stomach.

She grabbed her abdomen and giggled.

The face of the smiling face is like a dyeing workshop, and it is green and red.

Until the eyebrows of Jing Hao twitched, it was obviously unable to hold back and was about to erupt.

At night, the laughter stopped, the slender fingers slid on the eyelashes, and the tears that laughed out were wiped out. "Giggle" smiled: "I smeared the ten scenes, and humiliated the reputation of the ten scenes, not the ten Jing Zhangmen personally taught it, is that skillful rumored disciple?"

The look on the landscape is completely stagnant, and it is a piece of iron.

Not waiting for the scene to attack.

In front of me, I swept through a shadow like a glow.

Jing Hao has not reacted yet, only to hear a crisp "slap" slap in the ear.

At the same time, a sharp pain in his cheek came.

Jing's eardrums were slamming, and her brain was tearing.

The wind blew and the smoke dispersed.

Everyone clearly saw the scene on the altar, the obvious red and swollen palm print on his face.

The whole audience was silent.

The head of the ten scenes was slap in the face.

And the person who slaps the light...

Actually, like a person who is okay, standing in the same place, it seems that everything has nothing to do with her.

Jing Hao was so long, only to return to God.

The burning tingling of her cheeks made her face gradually linger.

The pride and majesty of the head of that school suddenly broke.

Her eyes seemed to burn the raging anger, and smothered it to the night: "You... you are so bold! The night is clear, the head is not with you!"

At night, I laughed and pulled out one hand, and slowly wiped my hand. "Ten Jingmen, I just use action to show that I am quite similar to the Shijing School."

She wiped her hand and suddenly got a meal.

The smile is lifted up, and the smile is gazing at the scene.

In the middle of the singularity, the cold mangling is flowing, like a cold snake, locking the landscape.

Jing Hao’s heart did not come from a jump.

She stepped back a few steps, twitching her eyebrows and screaming at the night.

Yes, at this time, the night has cleared, and I have changed my look.

"Speaking, I am also overbearing. I have always been bullying others. If others are back, I will never be polite." The night is full of laughter, charming, curved, long and sinister.

Then, the light and sharp, fixed look at Jing Hao, one word and one sentence: "So, I am now bullying you, if you want to fight back, just do it, I will accompany the end!"

(End of this chapter)