Chapter 1477

Although Zheng Ling is mean, it is not unreasonable. Hearing the explanation of the Lord Zhan, his anger dissipated in a flash. Then he raised his concern about the cold Lord Zhan, "brother, why should the assassin follow you?"

Zhan hanjue didn't want Zheng Ling to worry about himself. He relaxed, pinched his face and smiled, "he hurt uncle Zhan Shan. It must have been for Juma. "

Zheng Ling's thought was led by the Lord Zhan to the case of "massacre of the door" and other cases. The fear of warlord was much less than a reason.

The night is hazy, the mountain road is rugged and difficult to travel, especially the mountain road down the mountain is even steeper and cross.

"Zhan hanjue crouches down and says," I will carry you home with my feathers. "

Yan Zheng stepped forward, and pressed all the weight of his body on the cold Lord Zhan, and smiled in arrears: "elder brother, I have found you for a long time, and I am tired. You can carry me back."

Zhan hanjue holds his shoulders, a beautiful over shoulder falls, will be strict Zheng on the ground. No good airway: "roll."

Yan Zheng cried out in pain.

Zheng Ling climbed up the firm back of the cold Lord, and smiled very charming.

Zhuma, who was left behind, looked at the cold Lord and the feather, and twisted her hands hard together, and the eyes poured out more and more. Remember that the male god with such a face and a high IQ and a cold temperament, Zhan hanjue, who has a strong intelligence, has a good reputation for his face and is extremely cold, has even spoiled Yan Zhengling into the bone. Juma is infatuated with such a gentle warlord. And she had a strong greed, she would replace yanzhengling, become the heart of the Lord of war favorite.

Brother Zhan must not like her such a strong and winning character, then she will learn to Yanzheng Ling, and do a weak disease.

"Big brother." Juma suddenly stumbled up, looking around in a pale face, "I'm so scared."

She thought that the LORD would care about her, but she didn't return to the head of the cold Lord: "don't you say you have a good martial arts? What are you afraid of? "

Zheng Ling, with a smile, is in front of other women, and iron nails are the late stage of cancer.

"She wants you to care more about her." Zheng Ling put his mouth near the ear of the cold Lord, and his wet lips touched his earlobe.

"I am old and I have limited energy," said Zhan hanjue. You can't care about it. "

Zheng Ling hugged his neck and laughed very contentedly.

"Zheng Zheng, take care of Juma." "Warlord" road.

Yan Zheng did not speak, Juma looked at him scornfully, "I heard you are weak and sick, you can take care of yourself is good, I don't need you to take care of you."

Yan Zheng warned seriously: "please remove the word" multiple diseases ". I am only weak and not sick

They quarreled all the way...

it was like giving the Zheng Ling a boost. Zheng Ling also became excited and naughty.

"Brother..." br >

well. " Zhan hanjue slightly side head, listening to her weak mosquito voice.

"I love you."

Zhan hanjue seems to have won the lottery ticket of five million, that beautiful sexy thin lip is open and flying arc. The peach blossom in the heart of a moment seems to be open a large area. Heart, sweet.

"How much love?" He asked her.

There was no notice that the quarrel between Yan Zheng and Juma had stopped.

"It's more important than my life."

"Han Jue's eyes are wet," well. I know. "

Zheng Ling said this to him at this time, in fact, the drunk does not mean to be drunk.

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