The night soul replied that it gave the reins to one side, and the black figure of the night. An eagle flew from the carriage to the pink figure. When the deep eyes touched the place, it was a pretty girl and she was covered in injuries. Look, her pink dress is almost dyed red. If I hadn’t just seen the pink skirt, I would really be mistaken.

The Lord is a wounded girl, and the night spirit turns to the man in the carriage and answers.
Are you still alive? It’s the magnetic man Wanqin who touched you again.
The night spirit reached out and explored the female nose. It’s okay, though it’s weak, it’s still breathing.
I’m alive, but I’m afraid I won’t survive today without treatment.
After the carriage was quiet for a while, the crescent curtain was uncovered, and a man wearing a golden mask came. His purple pupils were shining mysteriously in the fine sunlight.
After his car, he respectfully put his hand on his hand like a lush white jade, and then the owner of the jade hand showed his face. A head of hair hung down in a fire, and a gold-encrusted skirt dragged the ice muscles. jade bone’s face was even more beautiful. What a stunning beauty is inferior to her? When she came, it seemed that spring scenery had lost its color, even the warm sun had lost its bright light. The smoke arch eyebrows gently raised and clarified, and her eyes looked at the front lips and gently sipped, saying that she could not be proud and noble. She was like a queen.
Let’s go and have a look. The lips are as light as a warbler’s first cry, but there is an irresistible majesty.
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The man with the golden mask nodded, and her colleague flew to the night soul. Two people, one red and one white, flew in the middle, looking like two immortals.
The two women fell to the ground and their eyes fell on the injured woman. She was about the same age, but she looked pretty and charming. But the girl was so embarrassed and pitiful that she was lucky today. She looked at her pleasing to the eye and decided to save her.
Take her carriage lightly. She turned around and walked towards the carriage.
Is the queen night soul replied.
Well, I turned around and gave him a cold look. The night ghost could make such a mistake.
When the ghost of a damned night is startled, he is always shocked by the majestic momentum of the Lord, so he suddenly thinks of her status as queen.
I won’t spare you if you do it again.
Thank Lord night soul hung his head and replied
Let’s go. Nod at Nocturnal, who is still wearing a mask, and Nocturnal followed.
Night spirit picked up the injured woman and followed.
The carriage left again with the empress of Qiaojia, leaving Xuanyuan night in the palace far behind.
Dear, will you come after me?
Chapter III Xiao Zhao
The white tent girl woke up faintly, and her autumn eyes touched the top of the white tent. Where is she?
You woke up with a cold voice.
When the woman looked at it, she saw a handsome and indifferent man at the window. He was tall and tall, wearing a black narrow-sleeved robe and a jade belt around his waist. His hands were encircled and his chest was covered with ink-like hair, which was so soft that he could not tell the difference between his hair and his clothes. The golden sunshine poured in from the window and fell on his hair, shining like stars fell on his hair.
Some women are stunned. She sees her figure in those deep star eyes. But who is that? Is that her? She always feels that something is wrong. Is this man someone she knows?
Who are you? Some hoarse voices sound confused.
The night spirit glanced at her and said lightly that our Lord saved you.
Really saved herself? Did she do something? The woman thought puzzled.
I went to the Lord, said the night ghost, knocking on the door and leaving.
When a woman is alone in a strange room, her panic grows like seaweed, and she will feel as if she has lost something important in her mind.
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When she was holding her head and thinking hard, the door was pushed, and the woman looked up and her eyes froze. Is that a fairy? See a woman in red Yingying coming. Her silk-like ink shawl without jewelry embellishment is a thin powder, but it is surprisingly beautiful. Just that poem says that Badong Wushan is a goddess, and she is a mortal goddess. This mortal woman can’t help but yearn for it.
How do you feel when you wake up?
Cold and curved, I went to the woman and sat down with my fingers on her wrist. It’s very good, and my breath has stabilized. It seems that it’s not great.
Is it a girl? Did you save me? The woman looked cold and curved in front of her eyes but felt unreal. I didn’t expect such a woman to be the master of that man’s mouth.
Well, nod coldly.