"Ah, it's you, I guess it's you!"
The poem rhyme one face is mad, the air is whistling ground stares at Ning Xiaolei, the murderous gas twinkles in the beautiful eye.
How can there be such a coincidence in the world? Ning Xiaolei, the No.1 practitioner in Tiancheng, happens so many things one after another.
This guy did everything.
"Cough, it's just a few animals, and it's not a cruel thing. I saved them to help them."
Ning Xiaolei is a little guilty and peeps at the rhyme of poetry.
Poetry white Ning Xiaolei one eye: "that I don't care, but you this guy, dare to cheat the girl's feelings, I want you to be responsible."
"No, what and what, when did I cheat your feelings?"
Ning Xiaolei's face is muddled and his head can't keep up with the speed of poetic turning.
It's not a matter of relying on people. How can the heroine, the goddess of war, be like this.
"Dare to say no, you don't mean to let me be your concubine. If you don't, you will kill people. Hum, isn't that deceiving feelings?"
Poetic charm stares at Ning Xiaolei and is serious.
Ning Xiaolei is silly and speechless: "it's not that I suddenly saw you at that time. I'm very happy. I want to make a joke with you."
"Are you kidding me? You didn't know that I was scared and struggled for a long time to make a decision. Hum!"
The rhyme of the poem looks up 45 degrees to the sky, and her delicate and smooth chin is raised, which means that she is very angry.
After wiping the cold sweat on his head, Ning Xiaolei said with a smile, "my sister, I'm wrong, can't I?"
"If you make a mistake, you want to expose it. Let's talk about how to compensate for your sister's feelings, as well as the sealing fee, shielding fee and so on. You'll see what to do!"
Shiyun looks at Ning Xiaolei with a smirk in his eyes.
Ning Xiaolei is speechless. She is robbed by this girl.
"I'll give you whatever you want, but you can't give me to you. My Yumeng and Xiaoxiao still need me!"
After thinking about it, Ning Xiaolei returns with a smile.
The poem rhyme is a Leng at first, immediately angry black face way: "you smelly hooligan, playboy, less smelly beauty, white to elder sister, elder sister still don't want!"
"Who said that day that as long as the elder didn't kill, my poetic charm would be at your disposal? Hey, hey, I want to deal with it now. "
Seeing the expression of poetic charm, Ning Xiaolei starts to tease her in his heart and deliberately learns the language of poetic charm that day.
But what Ning Xiaolei didn't expect was that his poetry was full of rhyme, and he said, "cut, it's not my sister who looks down on you. You can handle it. Do you dare?"
"I..."
Ning Xiaolei almost choked by saliva. How can he not play according to common sense!
Such a beautiful bubbling beauty, you dare to move me, but he really dare not move.
Dare not return dare not, mouth must not admit defeat, otherwise will be looked down upon by this wench.
To tell you the truth, compared with Ning Xiaolei, at the moment the poetic charm is very tense, the body is tight, and some are at a loss.
She didn't know why she was like this, so she said such words for no reason.
Does she care about her position in his heart?
In the poetry, the mind surges, but on the surface it pretends to be OK and tries to keep calm.
Slightly squinting her eyes, Ning Xiaolei looks at the poetic rhyme with affectation, and her eyes can't move in her perfect figure.
Not to mention the face, it's beautiful and exquisite, just like people in a picture, but what attracts Ning Xiaolei most is his poetic long legs.
These legs, even Lin Yumeng and Ling Xiaoxiao, the three school flowers of Tiancheng school, don't have them. They're worse.
"Cut, little lecheron, do you only dare to see it? Elder sister, keep your promise and let it be at your disposal! "
It seems that Xiaolei dares not touch himself. The corners of his mouth are slightly curved and he laughs.