Chapter 552

Luo Yan takes out a spirit snow pill from the finger ring, and looks at it for a long time. Finally, he sighs.

"Well, it's bad luck for me to meet you."

Finish saying, he will work properly snow Dan into smoke imperial concubine mouth.

Lingxuedan's entrance is melting, and in a twinkling of an eye, it turns into a gurgling liquid, moistening the body of yanhuangfei. Her pale face gradually has a trace of blood color, and her frozen heart also starts to beat weakly.

Luo Yan checks again, and feels that the Kirin cold poison on the imperial concubine of smoke is getting rid of little by little, and her heart is calmed down.

He opened the quilt, ready to take advantage of the smoke imperial concubine coma outside the underground palace to find some treasure, and then quietly left.

When Luo Yan is getting up, he is suddenly hugged by the smoke imperial concubine who has just recovered a little consciousness.

"Mother, don't, don't leave Yaner."

"Yan'er is afraid of..."

Fuzzy consciousness of her direct Luo Yan as her closest mother, because Luo Yan warm embrace just like mother gave her feeling, let her incomparable peace of mind.

Luo Yan has no choice but to pat her forehead. She can't walk away. Although the imperial concubine Yan is in a coma, her strength of holding people is not small. She is actually using her inner strength. The strength is so strong that the nail on the little pink fist pinches Luo Yan's back.

Although Luo Yan can force to break free, but think that there is no need, as she is a patient, give her hold, let her have a little sense of security.

In this way, Luo Yan half lying in bed, arms holding the imperial concubine, palm pat her back, mouth humming hypnotic music, like to coax a child coax her to sleep.

Unconsciously, Luo Yan also fled to sleep.

The red candle in the room gradually burned out, and the two people on the bed hugged each other and fell asleep.

Only the cell phone in the dark, which is still recording, is still recording everything.

……

Nangong Xiayan has never had such a comfortable sleep for thousands of years. It seems that she was lying on her mother's bed when she was a child. Her mother held her, patted her on the back and hummed familiar nursery rhymes

But that feeling was so far away that she almost forgot it in the thousand years of guarding the mausoleum.

Nangong Xiayan thought that she would never feel this feeling again in her life, because her mother has been dead for thousands of years, and she is the only one left in the world.

But in her dream tonight, she had a dream that her mother hugged her, patted her on the back, and hummed the nursery rhyme in her memory

The next day, the sky was clear. Although the underground palace never saw the sun, the living habits of Nangong Xiayan for thousands of years made her wake up from 1:00 to 8:00 every day. This habit went deep into the bone marrow and formed a physical memory.

So when Chenshi arrived, her beautiful eyes opened instantly.

Just as she was about to get up, she suddenly found a pair of men's hands around her waist.

Nangong Xiayan was stunned and turned back slowly. When she saw who was holding her, her beautiful eyes were full of boundless anger.

"You rogue, my palace will kill you!"

She slapped Luo Yan hard.

In the sleep Luo Yan suddenly feels a trace of murder, eyes suddenly open, see a plain white show palm hit him.

Luo Yan didn't even think about it. He raised his hand to meet him.

"Boom!"

The wooden bed shakes for a while, and then Nangong Xiayan is shaken back by Luoyan's palm strength and bumps into the foot of the bed.

"Here, let me explain." Luo Yan instantly also understands what condition, hastily way“ It's not what you think

"My Palace won't listen!"

"I just want to kill you now!" Nangong Xiayan's eyes were filled with tears and felt extremely humiliated.

She is an imperial concubine respected by thousands of people. She has been chaste and abstinent for thousands of years, but she was finally given a day by a young man. This sense of humiliation makes her want to swallow Luo Yan alive.

"Thief, watch your hands." She yelled angrily, and then attacked again.

Luo Yan is also on hand.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

In an instant, the two of them even held their hands, and the wooden bed made a creaking sound. Fortunately, the bed was made of Phoebe and was very solid, otherwise it would have been torn down by the two of them.

"You're in charge. I won't let you go!" Luo Yan feels that the fight goes on endlessly, slaps Nangong Xiayan to the foot of the bed, and then gives out the last warning.

If this woman still wants to fight with him, Luo Yan decides not to be merciful, and is ready to blow her to the door with one palm, so that she can realize how powerful she is.

Nangong Xiayan's chest stirred up and down, shaking and shaking. She also found that she was not the young opponent in front of her, but she was so angry that she had to fight.

She got up from the foot of the bed and rushed over again, but this time she didn't show her hand. Instead, she stretched out her ten fingers and claws and scratched like a cat's fist. "You're a whore, I'll kill you."

It has to be said that it's terrible for women to go crazy. Luo Yan's clothes are almost rotten by scratching, and there are blood stains on her arms and face.

Finally, after the body repeatedly hanging color, Luo Yan finally grabs this pair of hands that make trouble, and turns over and directly presses Nangong Xiayan in the crotch.

"I swear, I didn't do anything to you last night. Don't make a fuss, or I'll be rude to you." Luo Yan said quickly.

"Are you polite to the palace now?" Nangong Xiayan stares at Luoyan.

"It's not because you scratch me. If you don't scratch me, why do I press you so much?" Luo Yan lost his smile.

The two people's posture is very ambiguous, male up and female down, Luo Yan sitting in the waist of Nangong Xiayan, holding her hands over her head, standard couple driving posture.

"Get out of my palace." Nangong Xiayan is about to cry.

"Well, well, I can go down, but you have to promise me that I'll go down and you won't scratch me again."

"Otherwise, I won't go down. I'll press you all my life. I'll see who can afford it."

Luo Yan was afraid to let go of this woman, and was scratched by all kinds of people, so he warned seriously.

Nangong Xiayan doesn't speak. Meimou avoids Luoyan's eyes and nods mercilessly. A pair of pressed powder fists are clenched to death, and the nails go deep into the palm.

She said bitterly in her heart.

"I've never been so shamed in my life. I'll show you when you go down."

Luoyan see Nangong Xiayan nod, this just from her body climb away, but attention is always put on her hand, for fear that she is doing.

"Don't worry, my palace will keep its word. If it doesn't hurt you, it won't hurt you." Nangong Xiayan gave a cold hum and stood up to tidy up her hair and skirt.

Luo Yan this just relaxed a breath, but in his lax moment, South Temple summer smoke but suddenly fierce clap bed head a.

Boom.

See Luo Yan standing place suddenly separated from the middle, his whole person fell from above to the ground.

"Shit, I'm in the game!" Luo Yan's first reaction when he fell down was to sacrifice Silver Feather to fly up. As soon as he saw that he was about to fly out, the secret door suddenly closed and shut him down.