"Bang!"
Night clear fall suddenly move a step, body shape has stood in front of Yan Zhenfei.
Her hand, caught Yan Zhenfei's wrist.
Very fast.
It's too late for people to see clearly.
Night Qingluo has already dragged Yan Zhenfei and pressed her behind her on the flag pole representing the Miao nationality.
Night clear eyebrows and eyes, anger is very heavy, bent down, as if the next moment, will be Yan Zhenfei crushed to death in general: "Yan Zhenfei, you'd better give up this idea, dare to move them, your good days are over now!"
The sound of the night was low.
Only the two of them could hear.
Yan Zhenfei was scared and her lips were shaking.
She didn't want to admit her fear of nightfall.
But it can't be denied.
The sound of the night falling just now is like the Shura from hell.
Let Yan Zhenfei in this moment.
In my mind, it appears that the night Qingluo that Qingcheng face, toward her, revealing bloodthirsty senhan smile.
Yan Zhenfei's heart shook hard.
Body, keep shaking.
Since becoming the emissary of the dark palace.
Yan Zhenfei has not been like this for a long time Helpless fear.
She reluctantly pursed her lips, her back was close to that not thick flagpole, which was oppressed by night Qingluo, which was almost embedded in her flesh.
Against her back. It hurts.
"Do you understand?" In my ears, there is a strange voice.
Yan Zhenfei's lips trembled, and he was about to open his mouth.
But the light, in glancing around, countless onlookers.
If you ask for mercy at the mouth, you will swallow it.
Originally, Yan Zhenfei was thinking about With the power of public opinion, relying on his identity as an emissary of the dark palace, he gives the night Qingluo a strong hand.
Also good newspaper came, in the night clear down in the hands of the injustice.
All the guests present wanted to have a relationship with her.
As long as she talks.
These guests are bound to be oppressed by the night and others, out of breath.
In the end, he was defeated and retired.
Clearly Set everything.
But now, her reliance has put her in a dilemma.
You can't just beg for mercy.
Can't be so embarrassed by the momentum of the night down.
She is the emissary of the dark palace.
She represents the image of the dark palace!
If she retreats, the dark palace Will become a laughing stock for all.
Dark palace there, certainly will not let her go easily!
Think of this kind of harem.
The breath of Yan Zhenfei coagulates, no matter how much the fear of the night falls, it can't resist the horror of the dark palace.
She forced down her fear and tried to make herself look more calm: "night falls, do you care so much about those people? Don't you know That group of people, is the dog that the Lord night cleanly raises? "
Night, clear, fall.
This name is not unfamiliar to the guests.
After all, there is a story about the night.
It's the streets that have spread throughout nirvana.
There was an uproar.
What's the relationship between this and the night?
Immediately, I heard Yan Zhenfei's sarcastic voice continued to ring: "are you imitating the night clearing down for so long that you get into the play too deeply? Now even the dogs raised in the night should learn how to protect them? "
"Pa!"
A slap on Yan Zhenfei's face.
Night Qingluo uses brute force, the expression on his face is very cold, and his eyes are full of cold light: "only you, who like to be the dregs of dogs, will see anyone and think it is a dog."
She said, and then heavy eyes color, the corner of her mouth opened a touch of Mori cold radian: "originally also want to give you this emissary, save some face, but You really irritate me
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