Evil Emperor’s Wild Consort

"Cold words, you are crazy!"

Shi Yun opened a mouthful of blood, and she looked at the angry expression of cold, cold face and said.

"If you don't kill the woman for me, I will let you not be qualified to be with me."

"Haha!"

The cold-spoken madness laughed twice, and the face of Yan Yan said: "Shi Yun, if I don't think that the person who helped me is you, I can't follow you! I still pay so much for you, you like it. People, I can rob you, the forces you want to win, I will help you get it! Even if you put Xia Lin’s Xia Lin’s cliff on the cliff, and you want to get the attention of Kunnan, then I will help you. To achieve this wish, but you, what have you given me? I am your dog, you must be sincere, you still have to endure your fight! But I don’t care, I can’t stand it, you are not me. The one waiting!"

The face of Shi Yun has changed completely. She never thought that the cold style would say these words in the public.

Kunnan, who was still under the pressure of Qianbei Night, was stunned when he heard this. He turned his head in confusion and stared at the beautiful face of Shi Yun. It seemed to be unbelievable.

"Is this true? Poetry, you tell me, is this true? Our encounter is not accidental, is it deliberately designed?"

The face of Shi Yun changed and soon recovered the pitiful appearance: "Southern Big Brother, if I say no, the cold-speaking style is bought by Gu Ruoyun and intentionally framed me, can you believe me?"

"Trust, I believe, even if the world says poetry is not good, then I will also believe in poetry."

Yes, he believes that even if people in the whole world don't believe her, he will believe in her words without hesitation.

Because his poetry is so beautiful, a woman like her can't be a woman with a plan.

"Southern Big Brother, the woman who looks the same as me, I don't know. I don't know where she came from Gu Ruoyun to find me. Can you help me kill her?"

"it is good."

Looking at the poems of the poems and the rain, Kunnan’s heart softened: “People who hate poetry are the enemies of Lingzong.”

On the referee's seat, the Apocalypse shook his head and sighed.

“Kunnan’s IQ is quite high, why is it so stupid now?”

The nine elders on the side smiled and said faintly: "The person who enters the love network is always like this. Kunnan is not convinced of the poetry cloud. He must have doubts in his heart, but he forced himself not to think about it. It’s a pity that this poem is destined to harm his life."

The nine elders said that Kunnan is not unconditionally trusting the poetry cloud. After all, the attitude of Shi Yun’s treatment of May has already explained the problem.

However, he has been forcing himself to believe in her.

"Kill her?"

Gu Ruoyun smiled and walked slowly toward Kunnan.

Looking at the Tsing Yi, Kunnan’s face slammed and asked, “What do you want to do?”

boom!

A sword flashed, and the hand of Kunnan was cut off. He hurted and mourned. At this moment, a medicinal drug quickly flew into his mouth. He had not had time to spit it out and entered the throat. .

"What did you give me?"

Kunnan's face was blue and green, and he hurriedly licked his fingers and wanted to spit out the medicinal herbs.

The entrance to the drug was so good that it had already been integrated into his body and could not be spit out anyway.