The Legend of the Ghost Concubine

The dragon seven pointed to Juan Pa, the waist of the phoenix. "Two years ago, the poison of the king fainted in this flower sea. You helped the king to use this Juanpa to wrap the wound. Afterwards, the king has been looking for the master of Juanpa. And posted a notice, why didn’t you confess with the king at the time, the king... The king always thought that Feng Xiaoer was the master of this Juan Pa, if the king did not come here today, the king would never Know the truth"

It turned out to be the case.

Feng Xiaoer guessed that the Lord should have saved the Dragon Seven two years ago and secretly liked the Dragon Seven. Without guessing, Feng Xiaoer could also think that the Lord’s character was weak and timid. At that time, Long Qi was wrong. Feng Yuer as a savior, he will not see the Lord in his eyes.

Feng Xiaoer will mistake the fascination of the Dragon Seven. According to Feng Xier's despicable temper, he will threaten the Lord. The Lord looks at the beloved and the person who bullies himself. He loves to love, and he can only wash his face with tears.

Feng Xiaoer remembered the pictures of the princes hiding in the dark and peeking at the dragons and the phoenixes before they passed through. It was too pitiful. Even she could not help the dragon to block the sword in the dragon seven arms. Settled Feng Fenger to come to care about her life and death.

Too bitter, and sadly reminded the Korean drama to have a fight. Feng Xiaoer feels that the character of the Lord is like to sneak a sneak peek at it. This makes Feng Xiaoer feel too sloppy. What do you say? What do you know without knowing others? It’s also a matter of hiding yourself, although it’s quite possible to say it, Dragon Seven won’t necessarily like her, at least know the truth.

Calling, saying too much is useless, each person's personality is different, and the character determines the fate. Now Feng Xiaoer can only face this hot water mountain where the Lord keeps himself.

"So, what can you do if you know it?" Many things will only get more complicated, but let them pass. Feng Yuer really does not want to entangle this topic with the Dragon Seven.

Long Qi was silenced by a phoenix, and Long Qi could not accept such a mistake. It turned out that he had always been wrong.

Can't be wrong again, the dragon seven eyes are firm, hold the feet of Feng Xiaoer, and the tone is tough: "This king wants to marry you."

Feng Xiaoer felt ridiculous, and the corner of his mouth crossed the irony of the irony. He asked: "Dragon Seven, do you love me?"

Dragon seven, I don't know how to answer this question.

Feng Xiaoer opened the hands of Long Qi, and his tone was excited: "Because I saved you, do you like me? Oh, it is not love, I don't need your mercy of Dragon Seven" and turn around.

Dragon Seven grabbed Feng Xiao's hand and explained in a panic: "No, can Miss Wang give the king a chance?"

Feng Xiaoer is angry, and he is really angry. If you don’t feel a little bit, Dragon and Seven are not dying. "Long Qi, you listen, even if the men of the world are dead, I will not marry you."

Long Qi looked at Feng Xiaoer’s decision, and there was no trace of hesitation that he left, as if he had been poured into a cold water, his hands were empty and his heart was empty. Is this love? Long Qi laughs himself poorly.

Where there is no grass, passionate is always ruthless.

I wanted to play in the sea for a long time, but unfortunately it was unsatisfactory. I met the dragon god, and I didn’t know the secret of Juan Pa, and I was entangled by the stubborn people of Long Qi. It was really unlucky for eight hundred years. Feng Xiaoer’s annoyed kicking stone, thinking that he will leave if he makes another profit tomorrow. Let's go to the Dragon Seven Sisters.

Feng Yuer went to the ancient bank to exchange the silver for the silver ticket and hand it to the small potato, so that he would return home. I went to the **** shop, took out the light blue scarf and went to the **** shop owner. I took the broken thing from the cloth bag and took it out on the table. I carefully looked around and asked: " Boss, see how much this can be?"

The boss took it up and looked at it carefully, and took out the Jianzhen mirror. At the end, he told Feng Xiaoer: "Girl, where did you come from?"

"Hey? It’s luck, I’m on the ground." Feng Xiaoer made an excuse.

"Accompanied by the old man, this thing is similar to a praying tool used by the Buddha family. The wood is very good, and there is a touch of Zen..."

Feng Xiaoer interrupted impatiently: "Okay, boss, you will tell me, how much money can this value be?"

"This old West is good, but it is worthless." The boss still doesn't give a good time.

Feng Yier took a palm and patted the desktop. Wen Fury said: "How much silver can you give to nonsense?"

The boss timidly stretched out his index finger.

Feng Xiaoer’s eyes were full of surprises: “One hundred two?” The boss shook his head.

Feng Yan’s face sank and asked: “One dozen?” The boss shook his head.

"Is it one or two?" He opened his eyes and scared the boss to hurry and nodded.

"It's not as good as a piece of rotten iron." Feng Xiaoer couldn't help but groan. He still had a little hope that he could catch a little oil and water. Who knows that it is so worthless.

"Girls don't say this, this thing, it looks like a piece of wood, in fact, it looks fine..." The boss had to explain the details to Feng Xiaoer in detail.

Feng Yuer’s quick catch, from the boss’s hand, took back the broken thing and interrupted: “The old lady is not right, a piece of rotten wood, one or two silver is better to take it back and burn it.”

After the dragon shop of the **** shop, a rotten wood? Looking sideways from the outside, I really saw a white girl in the **** shop, the girl holding the nine-turn chain of his heart. It’s just that the white girl with a veil can’t see the truth.

Long Ba only felt that the back was a bit familiar, and he was quietly behind the girl. At the corner of the small street where there are few people, the dragon looks at the timing. He grabs the arm of Feng Xiaoer from the back and tightly slams it. He swears: "You thief finally let me catch You, hurry to hand over things."

The voice of the Prince? Not so bad luck? Why are you back today? First is the Dragon Seven, now it is the Dragon Eight.

Feng Xiaoer’s heart shouted badly. Fortunately, everything was cautious. I knew that I had a scarf and lowered my voice. “You let me go, I will give it to you...”.

Longba not only did not let go, but also forced her arm more hard. "You sly thief wants to play tricks, fall in the hands of this son, see how this son cleans you up"

Feng Yuer hurts and screams: "Yeah, I said Big Brother, how can I say that I am also a woman? If I don't let go, my arm will be disabled."

Long Bayi listened to this voice, the more he felt familiar, slammed his hand over the body of Feng Xiaoer, and pulled down the scarf on his face. The black-eyed stars would pop out of his eyes. The shocked opening: "Miss. ?"

Feng Xiaoer’s son wants to dig into the ground. It’s really a cause and effect. Sometimes, his face is screaming and laughing: “Oh... oh... it’s so good, Your Royal Highness Prince”

Time, you can hurry. In the face of the shock of the Long Eight, the scorpion turned into indifference, Feng Xiaoer can only ask for more happiness.