Voice also declined, xuanyuanche eyebrows suddenly a vertical, a press Ryukyu wound, eyebrow color a heavy, face color a flash and angry: "how hurt?"
"Nothing, how about you?" Ryukyu looks up at xuanyuanche and the green lotus Princess beside her eyes. It's very light.
"What can I do..." In the middle of the conversation, xuanyuanche looks up at the dark of the deep pool, which indicates the calm but turbulent black inside. After a slight pause, he looks down at Ryukyu deeply, as if he understands something. Xuanyuanche becomes serious
"Yue, do you believe me?"
"Believe it." There is no hesitation or uncertainty.
She is willing to believe him, she only gives him trust.
Listen to Ryukyu's answer without hesitation, xuanyuanche's serious face slowly spread away, and again sketched a wisp of evil smile, reached out to scratch the tip of Ryukyu's nose, and smiled: "jealous."
Ryukyu looks at xuanyuanche and doesn't answer. He just reaches out and holds xuanyuanche's hand tightly.
Holding Ryukyu's hand tightly in his backhand, xuanyuanche said softly, "fool, can I not recognize you, me, and my little princess is enough."
Pun, very light, very light, but the sound, in a mountain wind curtain roll.
It was true that there was a moment of trance at that time, but as soon as we approached, we could tell whether it was true or not. How could people who were so impressed admit their mistakes.
Three thousand pink daisies, six palace colors, the blood covered Ryukyu, the little princess who is flying with wings.
In this life, it's a great fortune. How can it be negative.
"Three thousand in weak water, one scoop is enough." Gently stroking the wound of Ryukyu, xuanyuanche smiled gently, smiling enchanting, but more smiling sentimental.
His little princess, would he not feel what she was thinking, would he not know what she was thinking, that one eye had told him too much.
There are so many women in the world. He needs only one.
Desire, not can't restrain, he will only to his Ryukyu surging, other women, as grass mustard.