色爱综合激情五月激情

Sang was far from sure if the madman Yuyouming would remember her.

When she thought of that day in order to save her life, she said 'I like you, King Yuzhou' next to the jade slip, and she felt a series of toothaches.

The old blood of the old age has fallen into the jade color, and the jade jade gives her the feeling of lifelessness in her mind.

Blood, sha.

Never mind.

What really happened is also between Han Shaoling and You Yuming.

The status of women in the 18 states of Yunjing is low. Correspondingly, if something goes wrong, it will only be the men they belong to.

Ten thousand steps back and said that even if Han Shaoling was really destroyed by Youyou, Linggu and Sangda and others would take advantage of the chaos to protect her and flee back to Sangzhou.

Don't use it at all.

Sang Yuan has done a good job of psychological construction, sitting at the dressing table, let the maids dress her up.

After all, it is a palace banquet to receive the monarch of a country, and the etiquette should not be neglected.

Sang Yuan put on a black suit, which was extremely thick and heavy. The delicate patterns embroidered on the chest and back, and the skirt was embroidered with fire. Behind him was the cloak of the elder elder and elder, covered with gleaming gold thread, dragging it far beyond ten steps.

The hair was tightly tied, covered with a large and heavy gold crown, and a bead curtain hung down on both sides, which was unstoppable.

Sang set off for the banquet far away.

These days, she has not left her Huiyun Temple once.

The moment she stepped out of the knee-high threshold, there was a strange feeling in her heart-at this moment, she finally stepped into this world, it was no longer unreal, and she could no longer embrace the heart of playing tickets.

No matter what is ahead, she must raise her face and face the difficulties.

Just like she has done countless times.

Whatever you play, you have to do your best.

Now that she is back to life again, from now on, she will be the Sangzhou Queen.

In a few steps, on the slightly delicate woman, slowly the calm royal spirit spread all around. The maid who was used to serving on weekdays couldn't help but feel slightly startled, sighing that the royal family was really different from ordinary people.

Wangcheng is not big.

The eighteen states of Yunjing established their country with martial arts. Although Miyagi also saw luxury, the more important thing was the function of defense. What casts the city is a strange black stone, with a little frosted light, and the ground is the same material.

After leaving the harem, even the carved wooden ornaments could not be seen. As long as the black stone giant door was closed in each hall, it was immediately a small fortress.

Under the guidance of Yin Shi, Sang soon came to the banquet hall.

The lights were brilliant from afar.

The hundred military and military officials were divided around, and Han Shaoling sat on his knees on the left, facing him. The person who wanted to think of him was the King of Youzhou, which changed everybody's eyes.

When you enter the hall, you can feel a heavy atmosphere of depression.

You can't look around on this occasion.

Sang was sitting under the guidance of the waiter. The maid carefully took off her cloak and held it in a wooden tray, standing on one side.

She leaned her head and gently nodded toward Han Shaolin.

A stunning look passed by in his eyes. There was a lot of emotion in my heart-only the person in front of me was like the wife of a real king.

Youyingyue is usually arrogant, but on serious occasions, the momentum is a bit unsustainable. Not to mention the worry-free dream, when it comes to such an occasion, it is totally throwing your face on the ground and telling others to read jokes.

And Sang Yuan... This perfect woman who will be like a man from heaven, will eventually become his true wife, and spend his life with him... Han Shaoling thought so, unconsciously lowered his head, and his lips floated shallowly. giggle.

Everyone got up and saluted far away from Sang. Sang farewells first salute, and then put his eyes on the desk in front of him.

As soon as she sat down, she noticed that she cast her eyes unscrupulously.

You lifeless.

The bead curtain on the left blocked her view. She couldn't use the afterglow to observe the lifeless, and only felt that he was laughing.

It should be that kind of abnormal smile, right? Sang was thinking secretly.

There is never a positive description of the villain in the book, the man Youyou, who has lived in the fear of everyone from beginning to end, or that he himself is the spokesperson of terror.

Only in a few places, he was able to spy on his true face.

For example, when a cannon foe was dying, looking up at the demon head that stepped past his body without frowning, he couldn't help but feel confused--why did this demon have the face of a man of heaven?

For example, You Wuming took advantage of the chaos to slowly walk into the burning sky, the light of blood and fire printed on his face, reminding people of some legends about the evil ghost Shura-how evil their hearts are, face How pretty.

To be honest, Sang was still quite curious about the appearance of You Wu Ming, but she didn't look up.

Her eyes still fell on the table case, and several jade dishes were placed in front of her. The dishes in the dishes were very delicate, like the award-winning works of the carving contest.

On this occasion, no one except the two kings would look around, it was extremely rude.

Of course, these old-fashioned and pedantic 'empty manners' will be broken again and again after the heroine's dream is flattered. She will stare at a new talent at the banquet and make fun of each other's looks. Will wear very casual clothes at the time of sacrifice to heaven, and the whole country will be in an uproar. He will make a loud noise in the national temple, saying that the monks are cheating money, which one does not eat meat in the background.

Sang was far from feeling that these actions were so cute.

She just wanted to hammer the crippled dog head.

The palace banquet was silent.

Sang far guessed that something not so wonderful had happened, so that when eating with You Wuming at the table, talking became a new taboo.

Sitting far away from Sang, it was Gu Shaofeng, the first battle under Han Shaolin, Sang Yuan noticed that this tiger general had moved the center line of the table case without knowing it. One foot.

She wanted to laugh a little, her ruddy lips lightly squeezed, and she picked up the white jade wine glass filled by her maid silently and drank a bright purple fruit wine.

She miscalculated the material of the table case-she thought the table case with black patterns was wooden, but she didn't expect it to be copper or iron.

The bottom of the cup fell, making a very clear clang, and walked around the beam.

Sang Yuanyuan: "..."

At that moment, countless eyes cast upon her from all directions!

Sang is far from having the illusion that these people seem to be waiting for a cup-throwing order...

Are you so nervous?

A chuckle came across.

Immediately, a very young, beautiful, clear voice with a little bit of disgust, said: "Hairy hairy feet."

Sang looked away subconsciously.

Then he saw a man in a white robe holding a cup in his hand, smiling with a smile on the corner of his lips.

His face looked very young, with the appearance of eighteen ninety-nine, with a lazy posture very loose, leaning on the desk case halfway, people like Yuzhuo could not see the true age.

Is this lifeless? Very different from what I imagined.

It looks like the kind of children of the family who have been brought into playfulness.

She stayed for a moment, then immediately lowered her eyes and never touched anything on the table.

When he was young, Yu Guang caught a glance at a maid who was quietly convicting her crimes, and then walked out of the palace from behind Luan Pillar.

After a while, a weird 'maid' hurried back to work.

Sang was so quiet that he glanced coldly.

Sure enough, it is dream-free.

Sang Yuan's mouth unconsciously raised a sneer-yes, no matter how incredible things to do, the heroine will always be a green light in front of her. In front of this kind of koi carp, all the efforts and efforts of others will always seem very ridiculous.

No, this is not the case.

This kind of luck can be easily given or taken away casually. Only by walking down the road step by step can one truly be one's own precious wealth, and no one can take it.

On the ground, you can only climb after falling. Was sent to Qingyun by the good wind, once fell, it will only be lost.

Sang is far away, only believes in probability, not luck.

For example, the probability of succeeding in stabbing Youmei is zero.

She looked coldly at Dream Wuyou's head down to Youyou.

This atmosphere made Meng Wuxi feel a little shy, and he was almost walking on the same foot.

Sang Yuan couldn't help but whisper in her heart-seeing how she was in the court after she was petted, she thought she would not be ill at all in such an occasion.

I saw the heroic and fearless heroine quickly approached the villain.

Sang far wanted to applaud her.

Meng Wuyou pretended to be a drink for You Wu Ming. When she bowed, she threw the tray, and the dagger hidden under the tray pierced the heart of You Fu.

Suddenly, Han Shaoling only had time to shrink his lower pupil.

Seeing that the assassin was a moment of dreams and worries, Han Shaoling couldn't help but burst out of a shocking spirit, and his murderous intentions ignited the gold ornaments decorated by the beam top, making a buzzing resonance.

Sang Yuan couldn't care about any etiquette at this moment. She leaned her head to look at You Mengming, waiting for a good show.

——I don't know if the villain of the villain will suddenly possess the boss, let go of dreams and worry-free, and then say 'women, you successfully caught my attention? '

"Poof." She laughed very softly, but you heard lifelessly.

He ignored the dagger and slightly raised his eyebrows, smiling at Sang Yuan.

His trembling dagger had stabbed his white robe.

Don't enter.

This world does not repair the Dantian meridians, but rather exercises the body-citing the spiritual essence of its own attributes, and tempering the skin muscles and bones.

Simply put, the higher the cultivation level, the harder the body and the longer the life.

Everybody can't hurt such masters like Youwuming.

Meng Wuyou stabbed for a few times and found that the thorn could not move. He raised his dagger and pierced into the lifeless face. He grabbed his wrist and fell to the center of the hall.

The dagger fell to the ground.

You Wuming slowly took out a piece of silk cloth, wiped the hand that had touched the dream without worries, and smiled lowly: "Korean King Han, if you want to be beautiful, just be sincere and fool someone with a fake? "

Han Shaoling's face turned green and his body shivered slightly.

"Not in the eye," Youyou shook her head regretfully, smiling softly, "Then I will kill."

Having said that, he leisurely withdrew an extremely long black knife from behind.