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Chapter 117 torture, listen to the emperor of the corner

In this world, he weakened the power of the Qin family a little bit, and sent people to secretly monitor the smashing movements, and also cultivated a group of loyal death fighters and shadow guards. Even if the Qin family and the smashing squad joined forces, he was not afraid.

Everything is moving in the direction of his planning, and even Qin Bu will be destroyed by him.

He should be happy, he should be happy!

He was sitting on the ground, and waited for a long, long time. His legs began to numb, and the shadow finally came out of the palace.

Shadow screamed on the ground, the wind blew on his face, and he couldn’t help but shudder. The stunned eyes suddenly vanished. He remembered the thing just now. He and the woman were in bed and rain, he never had This kind of feeling, so excited is so happy.

Yingda waited for the instructions of the emperor, but this time he did not hear the sound for a long time.

He felt a cold and murderous sight falling on the top of his head. He didn't feel wrong, it was really killing.

He is a little scared and somewhat puzzled.

Is it because the time is too long, the emperor is waiting impatient? But he didn't know what was going on. This time it seems to be out of control. Everything is too good, so that he has the illusion of being in his dream.

But when he left, the woman was still asleep, looking so real.

The cold eye on the top of the head stayed on the top of the big head for a long time, then the man finally opened his mouth, he asked, "How big is the shadow of a woman?"

The shadows were shaken, and the food was not known before, but this time it was a little different.

When he saw him in a cold, he couldn't help but anger and kicked his chest.

Shadow Da did not dare to resist, this kick is not only as simple as skin trauma, fearing that there is a serious internal injury.

Did the emperor regret this time?

The film was so speculative, I heard the person at the top of the head with a gentle and somewhat creepy tone: "Very good, I like the most straightforward people. Since you like Qin Meiren so much, then you will give this favor. She is yours for these seven days."

Shadow slammed his head and looked at him. He looked at the man’s yin measurement, and he suddenly lowered his head. He said: "I don’t dare!"

However, when he said that he was doing it, he really said it was done. For seven days, he visited the late palace without any knowledge, and then gave the supreme favor of Qin Meiren.

Nanxun looked at the bed and held the pillow to do the undulating movement of the shadow guard, screaming in the mouth, while screaming, peeling a grape from the plate on the table.

Xiao Ba: "Dear, you have a good reaction. The tyrannical value of the tyrant has not changed at all. The blackening value has been reduced from the initial 75 to 85. Once it reaches 100, it is appropriate. Abnormal."

Nanxun glanced at the window faintly, not answering. "The big boss is still listening to the corner outside?"

Xiao Ba: "Yes."

Nan Yan: "A dead metamorphosis."

Xiao Ba immediately said: "Dear dear, now this is not a metamorphosis with the previous few."

Nan Hao snorted.

Outside the window, the coldness stood quietly in the corner of the wall, listening to the movements in the temple, a face is already expressionless, a pair of eyes dead and no waves.

For seven nights, he couldn't tell the difference. It was the woman who was in the temple, or was tortured... himself.

When the film left, it was too cold to stand outside the window for a long time, until the sound of the water from the temple, he flew to the roof.

His breathing was very light, because he knew that both the master and the servant in the house would be martial arts.

The cold weather gently opened the two tiles of the roof.

Nanxun sat in the tub, and Cuihuan waited for her to take a shower.

Xiao Yan cried, "I am sorry that the slave, the slave has not protected you."

Nanxun was on the edge of the tub, and he was slightly lazy and half-squinted, and his expression was somewhat enjoyable.

Seeing the little girl and crying again, Nanxun sighed helplessly. "Cuihuan, I haven’t cried your goddess, are you crying?"

Cuihuan wiped her tears. "But the maiden was ruined by the tyrant. What can the maiden and the swallows do? The tyrant swears that the sorrows do not say one at a time, but also for seven days. What’s even worse is that he is a sneaky goddess. Come, the slaves have heard that the tyrant’s favored goddess has not been recorded in the past few days!"

Nanxun didn't take it for granted. "It's not good to be in the book, so Yan Han doesn't know what I have been favored by the emperor."

Cuihuan still has some concerns. "But the innocence of the goddess is gone, will Yanzi help him?"

Nanzui mouth cornered a hook. "He didn't know that I still kept it innocent. Didn't he specifically inquire about whether I had been favored by the emperor? I asked him before that he didn't mind that I was a woman in the emperor. He said that he didn't mind, is it because I lost my innocence, he would abandon me? Isn't that a mouthful?"

Cuihuan was brought to the ravine by her clerk. She hadn't climbed up for a long time. She only had some worries: "Why didn't the Yanzi have come here for a few days? Will he see the scene of the emperor's favor with you?"

Nan Yan heard a glimpse and hesitated: "Should not, any man can endure that his woman is under the pressure of other men, unless this person is not a man but an eunuch, you think Yan Han is a satchel What do you have to bear when you see your woman being ruined by another man?"

Cuihuan listened to the deep thought.

Little eight one, "You, why are you saying this? I told you that the big boss is listening to the corner on the roof!"

Nancy sneered in his heart. "I didn't see it. I was insulting him in front of him, and then I tried to expose his scars, a humane death."

Xiao eight:......

Suddenly I felt that the big boss had a pitiful loss. Of course, this is not a dare to say in the face of Nanxun, afraid that she really made herself into a cake.

However, she had to thank herself, if she had contributed her own hallucinatory psychedelic powder to her, she was the end of the pillow, hehe.

"Odd girl, you don't seem to care a little, it just doesn't matter if you lose your innocence?" Cuihuan asked, and the voice was especially low.

Nanxun said, "Is this state not good now? Cuihuan little girl, do you want to see your mother-in-law looking for death? Hanging? Or jumping?"

When Cuihuan heard this, he was frightened and shook his head. "You must not think about it, don't you just want to lose it. Isn't this innocent woman still innocent? All of them are ruined by the tyrant, you should be I’ve been bitten by a dog, and the slave will wash it for you.”

Nanxun especially wants to laugh, and Cuihuan’s little girl is very good, and she is very good.

Cuihuan took her bathing suit and picked her up. After seeing the bruised bite marks on Nanxun, she sobbed for a long time.

On the roof, the words of the master and the servant were collected from the bottom of the ear, and the fists were suddenly clenched, and the blood of the palms was not known.