Overlord, Love Me Tender

Chapter 4737

Seems to be warning her -

Answer it!

Death problem!

Death gaze!

Clear at night: "..."

So, how should she answer in order to make this grandfather satisfied?

Is Emperor Xu Xuan so called?

Smile on the face, MMP in my heart?

On the surface, I seem to be very confident and smug, and I don’t care if I don’t care about her.

Actually.

Inner heart... I hate the kind of mind that I don’t care about for her!

The night cleared and sneaked up his hand and screwed a hand on his arm: "You don't believe me?"

This kind of warning behavior.

Must be condemned!

The emperor's darkness is as deep as the ink, and the girl's face is deeply condensed: "I certainly believe in you, I know... the little loved one, even me."

"Do you know that you still give me?" The night fell and slammed into his arm. "You show me that you don't believe me!"

Emperor Mo Xuanmei's eyes are dyed with a smile: "So, you admit, your favorite person, is it me?"

"No." The answer to the night was clear, "My favorite person is myself."

"My favorite person is you, this is enough." Di Mo Xuan lowered his head slightly and put his chin on the shoulder of the girl.

At night, the little hand was on the back of his hand, and he took it from time to time.

Men's joints are distinct, white fingers like jade fingers, and the touch is excellent.

She snorted without a heavy weight.

The man suddenly took her little hand, the low-matt magnetic voice, mellow like wine: "I am because... I care about you, but I am not confident."

"My fault."

"Don't be angry, huh?"

The ending of the last "Hmm" word, the tone of the pick, low dumb and lazy.

Like a small hook, it spurs the heartstrings of the night.

"boom!"

In front, the sound of a heavy object hitting.

Surprised the warmth of the room.

The night was clear and the line of sight just looked over.

I saw it, hitting the door, but holding on to the body that was crumbling, turning back and walking.

That figure, a little bit of fleeing, feeling lonely and bitter.

At night, the lips are moving, and I want to call you to be unintentional.

But the word to the mouth, but swallowed back.

What is the use of calling him?

For the unintentional kind of...

Already paranoid, to the extent that no one can speak.

Since it is impossible to give a half-point response.

still is……

Retreat with indifference.

She can also see it.

The acts that Di Mo Xuan Fang did, and those words.

It’s all about... letting you die.

only……

Looking at you, you are staggering, and even walking is like a figure that falls at any time, and the blood that falls with that place.

The night is clear and the lips are tighter.

How much, still a little bit, can't bear it.

Not yet open.

On the side of the ear, the man’s faint voice has been floated: “Xiaojiu, the past, don’t let people die.”

A group of white light, slammed into the heartless.

The wind that was brought up, the crumbling figure, the direct standing of the drum, was unstable and planted down.

The big nine-tailed fox, with a tail sweep, hooked the man who was about to get in touch with the ground.

Tight, a moment, has disappeared into the underground palace of the dark palace.

"A Xuan..." The night cleared his hand and hooked his neck, and slammed his head on his face. "Thank you."

"In order to be unintentional, thank you with me?" The man's ink stone was awkward, and he sank a little, and his tone sank a lot.

The night fell and shook his head, and the pink lips smiled and stunned: "I want to thank you... so love me."

She tipped her toes and hooked the man's neck.

(End of this chapter)