Chapter 1917

It seems to be gloomy and unpredictable. It seems that there is a surge of Yin, but it is mixed with some unspeakable complexity.

It seems that there is something strong, the feeling of being severely suppressed.

It's not like being picky about what she's wearing.

This kind of eyes, she once in Leng Jun Ao's eyes, also saw. Although it was as like as two peas in a moment, it was clear that it was exactly the same with the three princes.

But now she is not a pure white pity, but is equivalent to a mask with yunzipei!

The other side's reaction is unexpected, in the end or make Bai Lian heart can't help but across a very incredible idea.

Is it not between the former third prince and the princess Yun What's wrong with it?

Otherwise, I would not have seen her like that.

After careful dressing and changing into a white dress embroidered with cloud patterns, Bai Lian knows how much she looks like the lady in the painting.

So, she was You don't have to die for a while?

Blessing to the soul, suddenly as if there is inspiration in general, her eyes sparkle.

However, people raised their hands, pondered over the angle, put them on their cheeks, curled up their fingers, and made a movement of putting the hair behind their ears.

He didn't speak. He just looked up slowly. His eyes looked at the person on the chair in front of him.

Look at each other's pupil suddenly shrunk, the whole person is like being hit by thunder in general, stupefied.

Even the shivering chill on the body dissipated a lot in an instant. After I got up, my eyes went crazy.

When they were only two or three steps away, they could not help holding out their hands.

Resist the nausea of the heart, and the fear of scalp numbness, Bai Lian motionless.

The corners of his mouth rose, and he suddenly gave a charming smile.

That's the smile that made Leng junyang's eyes sink.

In the face of that infatuation, Bai Lian has brewed up her emotions and is planning to open her mouth, at least to let the other party relax their surveillance, so as to find a chance to escape.

As a result, her voice had not come out yet. Suddenly, a flower appeared in front of her eyes, and her whole body fell to the ground uncontrollably.

In his ear, Leng junyang's voice was deep and cold. Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, with a strong chill.

"You want to pretend to be her?"

"Pa..."

The slap was loud.

Bai Lian

Didn't you make me wear it, make me pretend?

But she did not dare to say that.

Because the other side used enough strength, this slap down, white Lian's half face soon swollen up.

The bloody mouth, even the feeling of pain and numbness, was reflected after a long time.

Half pull the ear along with the brain, are buzzing, the whole person just feel whirling.

But these, all have no what, strong from will be full of blood to swallow down, white pity head.

Suddenly I saw Leng junyang's eyes slightly red, and I was flustered.

Her legs were so soft that she couldn't make any effort. She was so frightened that she fell to the ground and couldn't get up. She just struggled to retreat and kept shaking her head.

"No, don't kill me, don't kill me..."

Poor people in sight.

The face, the eyes, like a sharp sharp thorn, straight to Leng junyang's heart.

In a trance, the picture seems to have changed into something else.

It seems familiar and strange, hazy and unreal.