The Legend of the Ghost Concubine

The same laughs. Nothing affected her.

Ghost King looks at her like that? Feng Yan's flustered eyes were stalking around, and did not dare to speak out, waiting for the opening of Long Jiu.

Feng Yan's eyes glimpse the bath water in the big tub, and his head suddenly shines. If you want to peel off the clothes of Long Jiu, check whether there are scars on the back. You don't have to seduce the dragon nine undressing, as long as you can wait for the dragon nine to bathe and change clothes. That's not...

Feng Xiaoer thought of this good method and was excited, and I wished that the dragon would fall down at this moment.

The gaze is staring at the back of Long Jiu, and the line of sight can tell the long back of the dragon nine to burn holes.

Long Nine naturally noticed the unusual sight of Feng Yuer.

This woman is coming again. Look at him with such a look.

A man who can't wait to hungry and wants to throw him down.

It’s true that even the cover does not know how to cover up. So naked in the face.

How lonely is it?

Thinking of the last night's cave room, Feng Qier's contradictory practices made Long Jiu's heart annoyed, obviously wanting to strip off his clothes, successfully seduce his bath fire, but flinched.

Is it the desire to swear?

There are those words that Feng Yuer said, and Long Jiu does not believe it.

Long Jiu reversed his hand and closed the door. He was dangerous and walked slowly to the front of Feng Xiaoer.

Feng Xiaoer carefully watched the liver mad, and her heart shouted badly, and she was caught by the ghost king to catch her bad thoughts.

The dragon nine is at the height of the contempt of Feng Xiaoer, pulling his mouth: "What do Miss Dae think about here?"

What? How is this so... imaginative.

Feng Xiaoer pretended to be incomprehensible, and innocently sneaked a big eye and smiled: "Small does not understand what Wang Ye is saying"

Long Jiuyi, pushes Feng Xiaoer, leans down, stretches his long arm, and holds his hand on the bed. The tall figure will cover the phoenix.

Feng Xiaoer remembered the "bed battle" of the last night's house and was frightened. When the eyeballs turned, he quickly said: "Wang Ye, the small ugly is like this, I dare not have a bad thought about the prince."

"Oh...? How does this king think that your eyes can't wait to strip the king out?" Long Jiu's tone deliberately said long, scaring the scalp of the phoenix.

Feng Xiaoer's slightly dizzy magnified pupil, explained: "Hey, lord, little, no one dare to peek into the heart of the prince, the prince is like the **** on that day, it is so sacred and inviolable, small and ugly, how Dare to strip the clothes of the prince?"

Ugly? I really can say anything.

"Don't dare? Who was the last night who took the initiative to strip off the clothes of the king and ask for favor?" Long Jiu asked coldly.

What did she do ridiculous things?

"Last night was a small mistake, a moment of brain congestion, dare to offend the distinguished lord, please have a large number of princes, do not blame the small"

"Then you still have to?" Long Jiu scratched his head and could not understand the contradictory behavior of Feng Xiaoer.

"What do you want?" Feng Yuer wants to cry without tears and continues to play stupid.

"Isn't I really want to have a room?" The king now has a mood and time, and the king will satisfy the young lady." Long Jiu said that he must solve the robe.

"Wang Ye... Don't, Qingguang Day, here is the cave, it was discovered, the small will be regarded as the slutty woman who seduce the prince, the small does not want to be burned alive."

Feng Yuer awakened Long Jiu in one sentence.

Long Jiu was hesitant for a moment, and he was separated from the phoenix, and he was righteous and stood up. The heart is stunned and shocked by his abnormal behavior.

In the face of Feng Xiaoer, he can't be indifferent.

Always unexpectedly bickering with it.

This reaction is too unusual and unclear.

Recalling the scene of the man who gave Feng Xiaoer to himself on the festival of joy, Long Jiu’s eyes reflected murderousness, but it was a disfigured woman that the man had given him.

How much resentment against the Emperor of Heaven, how much resentment against Feng Yuer.

Long Jiu is next to the thin lips, and the cold warning Feng Xiaoer: "Don't let the king see your eyes again..." Leave a sentence and walk away.

Feng Xiaoer looked at the back of Long Jiu and took a deep breath.

Feng Yuer doubts whether Long Jiu is a split personality, so eccentric. In the future, I will still be less angry with the ghost king. The matter of Red Nine has been stranded for some time.

Feng Xiaoer took a nap in her free time, but she didn't want to give her a task.

Feng Xiaoer’s sorrowful face followed the cloud and the moon.

The four women arranged for her to work hard, let her move the firewood to the kitchen, and Feng Xiaoer moved the big wooden stick from the carriage to the kitchen, so tired and out of breath. The small potatoes are coming to help, and they are stopped by the four women. Feng Xiaoer knows that the four women are posing for her. Feng Xiaoer gave the little potatoes a worry-free look and continued to move the stick.

The four women said that they did not complete the task without dinner. Feng Yuer looked at the big wooden stick of a car, rolled up his sleeves and clap his hands, took a deep breath, and tried to speed up his life. He went back and forth and finally moved a big wooden stick in the sunset.

Tired of squatting on the pillar like a puppy gasping.

The cloud whispered to the fog and said: "Is it almost OK? We are not doing this well? Lord knows, will blame us."

The fog was white and clouded, not pleasing to the eye: "Ye now hates her, she is nothing but the dragon seven, the emperor is hard to give up the disfigured woman, we do, but I want to give a sigh of relief."

"When you have finished moving, you will feed the horses." Before the fog, I screamed at the phoenix.

Feng Xiaoer’s eyes blinked and the fog was awkward. This woman is the most arrogant of the four women. Feng Xiaoer is very depressed. She does not know where she is offended by four women.

I feel bad luck.

Pressing the resentment in my heart, Feng Xiaoer was taken to feed the horse.

The four women thought she was a weak woman, afraid of horses, and Feng Xiaoer sneered at the four women, and walked into the horse shed. Take the drafting of the grain to feed the Malay.

Feng Xiaoer reached out and touched the white horse. The white horse relatives squatted on her face. Feng Xiaoer grinned and remembered that she had been riding horses for the first time in modern times. I fell a lot of times. It’s the modern Ajiu’s patience. Teach her to learn to ride horses by overcoming fear.

The four women were shocked and looked at Feng Xiaoer. The courageous white horse of the master has always been resentful to life, even if they have been with Ziyun for a long time to get close to the white horse.

The four women face each other. Doubt.

Feng Xiaoer remembers what modern Ah Jiu said. Animals are actually more sensitive, fragile, and friendly than human imagination. As long as you let the animals feel your goodwill, it will not easily hurt you. Of course, those who are savage and beasts cannot be compared. The breed of horses is more diligent and loyal. Feng Yuer's attitude is friendly and close, there is no fear of rejection, and White Horse is equally friendly to return Feng Xiaoer.

The four women were slightly embarrassed and left.

Feng Xiaoer was happy to feed the horse, and one person took the little song and fed the white horse black horse of the entire horse shed.

As the night came, Feng Xiaoer finally completed the task and sat down in the haystack of the horse shed with the tired body. Hungry and panicked, Feng Xiaoer can't stand hunger, his legs are soft, and the whole person is weak. Leaning on the side of the pillar. Hungry and tired, tired and closed eyes to sleep.

At this moment, Feng Xiaoer misses the crystal chicken and steamed ribs of Dongjiao Inn.