"You can't go tonight."

Fang fan raised his mouth slightly, then whispered to himself, and the fine awn in his eyes couldn't help but follow up.

Suddenly, the root of Murong's ear turned red

Just now Fang fan deliberately leaned against the past, whispered softly, and beat the past with heat. Coupled with those inappropriate words, Murong language broke the defense in an instant.

At the moment, what energy can I have in my heart? I just want to dig a hole in the ground. What a shame!

This bastard! He did it on purpose!

Murong Yu took a deep breath and thought to himself. Then he couldn't help casting a resentful look at Fang fan.

Anyway, at the moment, this heart is not strong

Brain melon seeds are even buzzing.

This feeling can not be expressed clearly in a few words.

In short, it is particularly appropriate

"You..."

"What the hell do you mean?"

"All together?"

"Together, is the clown myself?"

Dingling, a middle-aged tutor of beautiful women, opened her mouth. At the moment, there were more and more black lines on her forehead. As she spoke, she couldn't help taking a few breaths.

What's going on?

The more you say, the more you don't understand

Fancy sets

This is why some people don't understand many routines here

At this point, the brain seeds become buzzing.

After tossing about for a long time, Ding Ling, a middle-aged beauty tutor, bit her teeth and left.

What are you doing here?

Isn't it embarrassing enough?

The night fell silent

In the tent, they talk to each other, but they don't have a sense of expectation

It's just that there are too many people to let go at the beginning.

Murong language, in particular, had a red face from beginning to end. Anyway, it was very embarrassing.

If you want to say something, many words seem to be locked in your throat and can no longer be said.

Many thoughts and ideas are slowly solidified here, nothing

Everything, silence.

"Yu'er, don't be so restrained..."

"Everyone is so familiar! It's okay..."

"Xiangfei is your disciple, and xiaoliuli is also your disciple..."

"Well... Jiayi is also your student..."

Be calm.

Fang fan came to Murong's ear and said softly.

In exchange for Murong Yu's sad eyes.

"You're a bad guy! You know you're flirting!"

"Now it's all right! Have you caught it all?"

"Too bad!"

"These are all my disciples. How can I let them go?"

"You... You let go of me!"

Murong Yu took a deep breath and then rolled his eyes angrily.

That's what happened. That's what happened.

From a comprehensive point of view, it is particularly embarrassing

It is impossible to make a clear statement in a few words.

It's good to think about it and feel it in your heart.

"It's impossible to let go. It's impossible to let go in this life..."

"You sent it to the door just now. If you want to escape now, I'm afraid it's not that simple..."

Fang fan whispered to himself, and the fine light in his eyes gradually increased. At the moment, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and all kinds of ideas gathered here. The change of facial expression was particularly real.

This looks like a different feeling.

Then came the chaotic time.

At night, the lights go out and everything is silent

Because some of the tents built can't be opened, Fang fan can only transfer the battlefield to the small world of Chu Tiange.