MTL - The Legend of the Ghost Concubine-Chapter 193 : She will definitely uncover the mask of Long Jiu

Flowers bloom and fall, you are the April day of the world.

There is no grass in the world, and passion is always ruthless.

The dragon seven turned his nerves and turned, and he was afraid that he would stop again. He was not willing to let go. He finally got her forgiveness and didn't want to give each other any more.

We can't do lover, but we don't want to be enemies. I don't like you, but I don't hate you. What she said was engraved in the heart of Long Qi, and she was swayed and lingering.

That's it, don't hate him.

The evening glow shines on the back of Long Qixin’s long lonely, leaving a lonely place.

The little potato suddenly saw the back of the dragon seven, stopped, and gently licked the clothes of Feng Xiaoer: "Miss, look, isn't that the seven princes?"

Feng Xiaoer stopped his steps and turned his head to look at it. He could feel the sense of loss of Long Qi.

Feng Xiaoer has a hint of enthusiasm for the Dragon Seven. The Dragon Seven is indeed an infatuated man born for love. He is very persistent with love. Before Feng Xiaoer was always biased against Long Qi, it was only after the disfigurement that he really determined Long Qi to her. Love.

Feng Xiaoer thought that Long Qi was only greedy for her beauty, thinking that she would not be interested in herself if she disfigured Dragon Seven, but she did not want to provoke the Dragon Seven to repent and blame herself.

How many people are there in the world?

Feng Xiaoer had more embarrassment about the Lord, took up her body, could not complete her only wish, and failed to love her for the Dragon Seven. But Feng Xiaoer has no regrets, she has her own beloved. Feng Xiaoer feels that she can cross the Lord. Perhaps it is God's will. It is no coincidence that she is completely different from the Lord. The only thing that is the same is the attachment to love.

She loves red nine. Just like the Lord loves the Dragon Seven.

The little potato sighed: "Actually, the seven kings are very good for the young lady. Although they used to be indifferent, but after the seven kings knew the truth, they really felt good about the young lady."

Feng Xiaoer took a small potato brain and joked: "How? Don't you say your ten kings are good?"

The little potato is not happy with the grin: "It’s no use for the ten kings. It’s been taken away by the emerald."

Feng Xiaoer chuckled, loosened the kite line in his hand, released the kite, and fell down on the grass in the green sea.

Feng Xiaoer’s hands are on the grass like this, his feet are very uncharacterized in a figure-eight shape, like a drunkard drunk on the road, how to feel comfortable lying, a pair of bright big eyes flashing long eyelashes, looking at that The kite flying higher and higher, thinking, when can she fly freely?

Unlike other traversers who are so powerful and invincible, Feng Xiaoer will only play tricks, tell stories, and make some interesting dances. Two modern pop songs, no big ambitions, just want to hide in the mountains with their loved ones. A primitive and simple life. Unfortunately, God is not as good as it is.

Until now, when she is quiet, Feng Xiaoer feels how ridiculous she has done this time. For the sake of Hongjiu, she can’t control herself. She is self-destructive and willing to give up her life. Now she is... Scorpio, actually marrying herself. Ghost King, where did she come from the courage?

The small potatoes fell to the side of Feng Xiao'er, and like the phoenix children, the big lara's limbs were in the air, regardless of the image lying, the small potatoes turned to ask Feng Xiaoer: "Miss, why are you marrying the ghost king?"

Feng Xiaoer hopes that the sky will be starry, and faintly said: "I don't know, maybe it is God's will."

Turned to ask the little potato: "Maybe as the people said, I am a pair with the ghost king? Think about it, my experience with the ghost king is really like."

The small potato agrees: "It is true. In the same year, the Meilong maiden and the big lady were also similar. The fate is similar. Now...the young lady and the ghost king are...disfigured."

It’s a pity that the little potato tone is a pity.

Feng Xiaoer patted the shoulders of the small potatoes: "How much is the value of a woman's face? The beauty of a beautiful woman will have a day of aging, I will be premature, premature aging, nothing."

prematurely senile?

The little potatoes are crying and laughing: "If the lady is disfigured, it is still beautiful, but it is just a piece of black scorpion on the forehead. It is those people who are superficial and squinting. The lady is right. Those who have no vision do not care."

Feng Xiaoer screamed and laughed: "Other people laugh at me too crazy, I laugh at others and don't wear them. People are alive. The most important thing is that they are happy. You don't have to care about the eyes of others. You don't need to care."

Little potatoes are gratified, and the lady is so free and easy, there is nothing to worry about.

"But, miss, I don't know what the ghost king would do if she removed the mask. If it is really scary, is the lady afraid?"

Feng Yan's neck is also infinite imagination, waiting, she will personally uncover the mask of Long Jiu.

Feng Xiaoer couldn't imagine, if the mask was opened to see the appearance of the red nine, Feng Xiaoer did not know whether he should fall or the hammer, or hysterical questioning and roaring.

Think of the cold and cold eyes of Longjiu, Fengxier has no sigh of relief.

Feng Xiaoer shook his head: "I am ugly like this, and the ghost king is not afraid of me."

Little potato 瞪 兮 兮 一 : : :: "Miss is not ugly"

Feng Xiaoer moved her head to the shoulder of the small potato and smiled like a child: "Yes, the beauty of the soul is the most beautiful."

It is no wonder that the people all said that the ugly woman is equipped with a ghost king, a natural pair, two destructive people combined, do not know what the child will be born? Feng Xiaoer thought about his face and climbed the blush.

Three days later, she will marry Long Jiu, getting closer and closer to the answer.

Full of expectation and fear.

The black curtain gradually came, and the lights around it were bright. On the day of the dynasty, the red lanterns were all around, the lights were shining, the light was shining, and the cool breeze blew through the cheeks. Feng Xiaoer closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Miss, look at it, someone puts fireworks on it." The sound of the buzzing sound in the ear, the moment when the fireworks broke out, the little potato screamed at the sky with his eyes wide.

Feng Xiaoer opened his eyes and looked at the sky not far away.

In modern times, the children of the orphanage like to put fireworks on holidays, and the boys are surrounded by cheerful fireworks, and Ah Ji will quietly hide in one place and watch the fireworks quietly. Every time, Feng Xiaoer was sitting next to Ah Jiu, accompanied by A Jiu to watch the fireworks. They didn't like to talk, so they watched quietly.

The fireworks are splendid, but only for a moment, just like the woman's face, the face is beautiful again, and there is a day of dying. Therefore, Feng Xiaoer will not feel inferior because of his disfigurement.

"Miss, do we want to go out and the ten kings, they put fireworks?" Little potato suggested.

"It doesn't make much sense to put fireworks. It's better to watch them put fireworks!" At the orphanage, Feng Xiaoer was deeply influenced by his influence with modern Aji, and slowly became a more alternative person. When others are frolicking, she and Ah Ji are usually quiet and hiding to watch other people play, Feng Xiaoer thinks that Ah Jiu is a particularly cool and individual person. Slowly, she also became such a temper.

Near Zhu Zhe Chi, the near ink is black.

However, Feng Qier's own personality still has many similarities with modern Aji. This is particularly similar to maverick.