Chapter 169
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This is enough to make Huan Qingyan happy.
Even if Princess cangxia comes to her next time, she will never give it back to her. There is no princess cangxia's name written on it!
Yes, that's it.
"Don't be silly. Apply the medicine first."
Huan Qinyan learned the ring from Jimo and pointed it in the middle. It was just right.
Then he took the elixir and wiped it, "thank you, childe ya. How can you come here to save me? I'm lucky to work for you. I'm willing to be an ox, a horse and a maid in the future..."
"Don't think too much. I just came to see who moved my feather guard." Jimo Ya's cloud light and wind clear interrupted her endless flattery.
Huan Qingyan silk was not ashamed, and added, "By the way, let's see who moved your special chef, right? Those people are so brave that they don't pay attention to your childe's career! I tell you, there must be dreammoon playing tricks in it. Of course, there are other people. These people have ulterior motives. Childe's career, you must not let these people go..."
It doesn't matter whether she came to save her or not. It's her great honor to save her by the way. It would be more perfect if she could borrow his knife to deal with dreammoon.
Jimo Ya looked at her faintly, "do you think you can make this knife move?"
After being seen through, Huan Qingyan said with a smile, "Hey, hey, I'm just talking about it casually. The little woman's face is not important. It's mainly to consider you. Since you are generous, forget it. The boss of the masked man just now doesn't know if you have met the childe's career?"
Even if you don't help revenge, it's good to inquire about the enemy's whereabouts.
"He's dead. He doesn't have any identification clues." When Jimo Ya entered the mountainside, he was a little anxious. I don't know how many people killed him face to face and went straight to Huan Qinyan.
Huan Qingyan rested his mind again. The injury in front was wiped out, and the rest was left behind.
"Xiao Xinghan helped me wipe the wound on my back..."
Who knows that the magic star Han has already run to the side where the Dragon landed and played with the semi-solid dragon.
And pig Lingbao, also went together.
The three are together, as if they are friendly and hostile. In short, they are communicating.
Well, Huan Qingyan plans to wait for xiaoxinghan to play later.
Suddenly, the wound on my back was cold, that is, the ink career came close, and a clean and elegant male breath wrapped the magic face lightly
The phantom's face is stiff.
This is childe Ya taking medicine for her in person?
The breath of male god!
If there is not much, if any ambiguous atmosphere, let the magic face of the face, a heart, but not jump quickly.
In addition to the male smell, there is also an unbearable strange smell on the male god, which is the smell she smelled on him last time.
The smell made me swallow my mouth.
"Thank you, childe." The voice couldn't help but soften a little.
"A little effort."
Every time Jimo Ya applied the plaster and touched her skin, she felt the wound and felt a slight tremor, like fog, rain and wind. Bah! It's like thunder, lightning and electricity!
Finished, finished, I can't help it. I'm ready to move again.
"Childe's career, can I ask you a question?"
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This is enough to make Huan Qingyan happy.
Even if Princess cangxia comes to her next time, she will never give it back to her. There is no princess cangxia's name written on it!
Yes, that's it.
"Don't be silly. Apply the medicine first."
Huan Qinyan learned the ring from Jimo and pointed it in the middle. It was just right.
Then he took the elixir and wiped it, "thank you, childe ya. How can you come here to save me? I'm lucky to work for you. I'm willing to be an ox, a horse and a maid in the future..."
"Don't think too much. I just came to see who moved my feather guard." Jimo Ya's cloud light and wind clear interrupted her endless flattery.
Huan Qingyan silk was not ashamed, and added, "By the way, let's see who moved your special chef, right? Those people are so brave that they don't pay attention to your childe's career! I tell you, there must be dreammoon playing tricks in it. Of course, there are other people. These people have ulterior motives. Childe's career, you must not let these people go..."
It doesn't matter whether she came to save her or not. It's her great honor to save her by the way. It would be more perfect if she could borrow his knife to deal with dreammoon.
Jimo Ya looked at her faintly, "do you think you can make this knife move?"
After being seen through, Huan Qingyan said with a smile, "Hey, hey, I'm just talking about it casually. The little woman's face is not important. It's mainly to consider you. Since you are generous, forget it. The boss of the masked man just now doesn't know if you have met the childe's career?"
Even if you don't help revenge, it's good to inquire about the enemy's whereabouts.
"He's dead. He doesn't have any identification clues." When Jimo Ya entered the mountainside, he was a little anxious. I don't know how many people killed him face to face and went straight to Huan Qinyan.
Huan Qingyan rested his mind again. The injury in front was wiped out, and the rest was left behind.
"Xiao Xinghan helped me wipe the wound on my back..."
Who knows that the magic star Han has already run to the side where the Dragon landed and played with the semi-solid dragon.
And pig Lingbao, also went together.
The three are together, as if they are friendly and hostile. In short, they are communicating.
Well, Huan Qingyan plans to wait for xiaoxinghan to play later.
Suddenly, the wound on my back was cold, that is, the ink career came close, and a clean and elegant male breath wrapped the magic face lightly
The phantom's face is stiff.
This is childe Ya taking medicine for her in person?
The breath of male god!
If there is not much, if any ambiguous atmosphere, let the magic face of the face, a heart, but not jump quickly.
In addition to the male smell, there is also an unbearable strange smell on the male god, which is the smell she smelled on him last time.
The smell made me swallow my mouth.
"Thank you, childe." The voice couldn't help but soften a little.
"A little effort."
Every time Jimo Ya applied the plaster and touched her skin, she felt the wound and felt a slight tremor, like fog, rain and wind. Bah! It's like thunder, lightning and electricity!
Finished, finished, I can't help it. I'm ready to move again.
"Childe's career, can I ask you a question?"
This novel has been translated by www.novelhall. com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.
This is enough to make Huan Qingyan happy.Even if Princess cangxia comes to her next time, she will never give it back to her. There is no princess cangxia's name written on it!Yes, that's it."Don't be silly. Apply the medicine first."Huan Qinyan learned the ring from Jimo and pointed it in the middle. It was just right.Then he took the elixir and wiped it, "thank you, childe ya. How can you come here to save me? I'm lucky to work for you. I'm willing to be an ox, a horse and a maid in the future...""Don't think too much. I just came to see who moved my feather guard." Jimo Ya's cloud light and wind clear interrupted her endless flattery.Huan Qingyan silk was not ashamed, and added, "By the way, let's see who moved your special chef, right? Those people are so brave that they don't pay attention to your childe's career! I tell you, there must be dreammoon playing tricks in it. Of course, there are other people. These people have ulterior motives. Childe's career, you must not let these people go..."It doesn't matter whether she came to save her or not. It's her great honor to save her by the way. It would be more perfect if she could borrow his knife to deal with dreammoon.Jimo Ya looked at her faintly, "do you think you can make this knife move?"After being seen through, Huan Qingyan said with a smile, "Hey, hey, I'm just talking about it casually. The little woman's face is not important. It's mainly to consider you. Since you are generous, forget it. The boss of the masked man just now doesn't know if you have met the childe's career?"Even if you don't help revenge, it's good to inquire about the enemy's whereabouts."He's dead. He doesn't have any identification clues." When Jimo Ya entered the mountainside, he was a little anxious. I don't know how many people killed him face to face and went straight to Huan Qinyan.Huan Qingyan rested his mind again. The injury in front was wiped out, and the rest was left behind."Xiao Xinghan helped me wipe the wound on my back..."Who knows that the magic star Han has already run to the side where the Dragon landed and played with the semi-solid dragon.And pig Lingbao, also went together.The three are together, as if they are friendly and hostile. In short, they are communicating.Well, Huan Qingyan plans to wait for xiaoxinghan to play later.Suddenly, the wound on my back was cold, that is, the ink career came close, and a clean and elegant male breath wrapped the magic face lightlyThe phantom's face is stiff.This is childe Ya taking medicine for her in person?The breath of male god!If there is not much, if any ambiguous atmosphere, let the magic face of the face, a heart, but not jump quickly.In addition to the male smell, there is also an unbearable strange smell on the male god, which is the smell she smelled on him last time.The smell made me swallow my mouth."Thank you, childe." The voice couldn't help but soften a little."A little effort."Every time Jimo Ya applied the plaster and touched her skin, she felt the wound and felt a slight tremor, like fog, rain and wind. Bah! It's like thunder, lightning and electricity!Finished, finished, I can't help it. I'm ready to move again."Childe's career, can I ask you a question?"This novel has been translated by www.novelhall. com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.
