The Legend of the Ghost Concubine

When Feng Xiaoer, who was outside the door, heard this sentence and let me see it, the body shook and stopped, and slowly moved closer to the wooden door. Raise your ears and sing.

Long Jiu saw the purple cloud twisting and hesitating, could not help but jokingly said: "How? Shy?"

Ziyun’s carnival, I didn’t expect the owner of the cold and proud to make a joke with her for the first time. Ziyun found that since Long Jiu drank the water, the whole person became very close, and the cold and proud was a little more lively.

Ziyun is secretly gratified. It seems that it is a very correct choice for the master to drink the water.

Ziyun’s eyebrows are embarrassed and blushing. He is ashamed: “Yeah, how do you say that others have heard it?”

Let me take off my clothes?

Oh, it will make people lack oxygen.

Long Jiu did not laugh, knowing the careful thoughts of Ziyun. Turned back to the purple cloud.

Soon, Ziyun took off his robes and pulled the clothes down to the chest.

Long Jiu turned and looked at the scars above the chest below the shoulder of Ziyun.

The wound has already been smashed, and it must be painful in the wound inside the scar. After all, the archery of the East is not so good, and it is not bad for Ziyun to save his life. Leave a little sequelae to heal slowly.

Long Nine is grateful for the loyalty of Ziyun. Ziyun does not want to be alive for him.

The dragon's cold palm touched the scar of the purple cloud. Because of the cold temperature of the dragon's palm, the purple cloud snorted and took a breath.

Long Jiu asked: "Take off your clothes, is it cold?"

Ziyun smiled and shook his head: "It’s not cold, it just feels a little painful."

Ziyun didn't know if there was any slight reaction in Longjiu. She herself was full of blood in her body, her throat was burning, her body was tight, her face was thick and her neck was thick, and her heart was mad.

Long Jiu’an said: “I’m just forbearing, I’ll try to be lighter”

Longjiu is using internal force to drive away the pain for Ziyun. Longji is afraid that Ziyun will be uncomfortable and will whisper.

The purple cloud was lifted, and suddenly a glimpse of the outside of the wooden door, a silhouette under the moonlight.

It is her, Feng Xiaoer! Ziyun recognized her eyes and recognized it.

Ziyun’s heart is deep in the heart, and the eyebrows evoke a smile, and the painful sighs, the sound is long and charming, and it adds to the night.

The body of the phoenix outside the door glimpsed, the bottom of the heart seemed to be a whip, and the heart was sulking with a sulking anger. The inexplicable anger was slammed from the sole of the foot, and the anger was replaced by the sourness in the heart. The phoenix gnawed his teeth and gasped. Gas, dragon nine this bastard, how can it be so eccentric? Dry her side to the side, and squat in the depths of the water.

situation! what! Take! Kan!

Feng Yuer gnawed his teeth and desperately pressed his heart and anger, and continued to listen to the movement inside.

Ziyun looked at Long Jiu with shame and asked: "Yes, really don't go see Missy?"

Long Jiuyi was uncomfortable when he heard Missy’s three words, and his frowns were not pleasing: "I will not allow her to be in front of me."

Said she was angry?

"Ziyun does not say it is, just, this is the case for Miss Da, I am afraid it will hurt the self-respect of Missy." Ziyun said this is how understanding.

Long Jiu snorted and said in a tone: "Self-esteem? What kind of self-esteem does her woman have?"

He was entangled with the Dragon Seven and sent him a hug. Oh, what is it?

In the words of Long Jiu, the self-respect of Feng Xiaoer’s being crushed is even more ruined.

Feng Xiaoer’s sorrow comes from her heart. Yes, she has no self-esteem. For the sake of the red nine, she can not even have a life, and her self-esteem can be counted.

Feng Yuer wanted to push the door and rushed in and asked Long Jiu.

However, her raised hand did not have the courage. She was afraid to open the door and see the dragon nine holding the purple clouds and rain. Fear of seeing Long Jiu’s eyes because of her appearance that prevented good things.

Feng Xiaoer was immersed in the lost emotion. Suddenly, the wooden door slammed open and a gust of wind blew over. Feng Xiaoer had not reacted, and the whole body was taken into the house.

Long Jiu discovered her when Feng Xiaoer appeared, and she wanted to see what she wanted to do.

Long Jiu used the internal force to bring Feng Xiaoer into the palm of his hand.

Long Jiu grabbed the neck of Feng Yuer and pressed Feng Xiaoer to the table. Long Jiuyi, cold and cold asked: "Hidden outside, what do you want to do?"

Feng Xiaoer was hurt by Long Jiu, his breathing was not smooth, his face was red, like a poor pug, he was desperately gasping. Feng Xiaoer did not expect that Long Jiu really did not pity the fragrant jade, the eyes were sour, and he succumbed: "What am I doing? What else can I do? On the day of the wedding, I naturally look forward to the room with Wang Ye."

As long as you take off the robe of Long Jiu, Feng Xiaoer can determine whether Long Jiu is a red nine.

Long Jiu sneered and ridiculed: "Oh, Missy is so eager to wait?"

Feng Xiaoer feels that he is riddled with suspicion, and he does not care. The arrogant approach: "Yes, I am empty and lonely, I can't wait to get the favor of the prince."

In the eyes of Long Nine, he did not hide his contempt, and said ruthlessly: "Looking down..." Abandoned the phoenix, and thrown Feng Xiaoer out of the door. Gritted teeth and cold words warned Feng Xiaoer: "Don't take this king to dare to kill you... Roll back, stay in your yard, and the king will leave you a commandment."

Feng Xier's body was slammed and hurt, but his heart was even more uncomfortable. He fell out of the door, and the cold wind blew through. It was so cold that she was shivering, her pores were shrinking, and her heart was colder.

Feng Xiaoer got up and did not hesitate. He was stubborn in the indifference of Shanglongjiu. He said: "I don't mean it. If you have something, you will kill me."

Feng Xiaoer still has a hint of fantasy, she does not believe that Long Jiu really will kill her.

The dragon nine body exudes suffocation, the patience has been polished, and a big step is in front of the phoenix phoenix. The tall figure instantly covers up the phoenix, and the dragon nine pushes the phoenix to the facade, and a big palm is once again smashed. Feng Yan's slender neck, his eyes filled with murderous, biting his teeth: "Do you really want to kill the king?"

Feng Xiaoer mourned, she couldn't believe the eyes of Long Jiu. He really murdered, he would really kill her.

But do you want her to admit defeat? Want her to beg for not killing herself?

The phoenix's self-respect, which was smashed, was resurrected, and at this time it was barely strong. In the face of Long Qiu's murderous scorpion, Feng Xiaoer had no fear at all, she was just unwilling to be in the bottom of her heart.

There are countless grievances that cannot be said, and Feng Xiaoer does not know how to complain about these grievances. I only felt the eyes sour, the blurred vision, the pitiful humbleness of the anger of Shang Longjiu.

Long Jiu was in front of her eyes. She always wanted to ask questions in her mind, but she did not have the courage to ask.

She is afraid of the result of the disappointment.

Feng Xiaoer looked up at his head and bit his teeth to force the tears in his eyes. The non-stop eyelashes try to dispel those tears and **** the nose. Even if Dragon 9 will kill her, she will have to look at it.

Feng Xiaoer raised his hand and touched the mask of Long Jiu.

Long Jiuyi, the hand that grabbed her neck was loose, and she changed to grab the wrist of Feng Xiaoer, and she stunned. Feng Xiaoer felt that she was hit by electric shock. She screamed and she heard the bones broken. the sound of.