Chapter 925

"I have a lot of self-respect, or I'll just come up and press you on the door and kiss you." Beimingqing holds his long leg and climbs up along his long leg.

This action, almost want to meow a three pants to pull down.

Beimingqing seems to be aware of this, quickly stand up straight body, hand for his trouser waist belt up.

"..." is there any sense of shame in this woman?

Meow was about to curse, but the door opened.

As it happens, Miaoyi sees beimingqing holding her hand on the belt of miaowa San's pants. When her eyes fall on that side, beimingqing just lifts the belt up again, hoping to lift it to his chest.

"Cough..." Miaoyi clenched his fist and coughed on his lips. "It seems that it's not the right time for me to come in. Go on."

When she had finished, she closed the door again.

Meow a three this is urgent, a wave opened to grasp the North Ming fine of trousers belt, rushed out.

"Yi Ren, let me explain."

"Cough, don't explain. I know everything." Meow Yi's cold face is full of deep meaning.

There was no fluctuation, no jealousy, and even let meow A-San realize her relief.

Meow ah San: "I'm not sure."

She may feel that thanks to beimingqing, she can get rid of his trouble, right?

"Downstairs, the people of the night God pavilion are plotting something." Meow Yi people turned the topic, "this Wangjiang building must have a secret room and so on."

"So what?" Meow a three not very warm ground asked a sentence.

He knew that he was not very important in her heart, but he still felt sad. After all, he was a woman who had been thinking about her for so long

"Jun Xuan night, definitely not dead." Meow Yi man looked at meow a San and said word by word.

"He's not dead. The news has spread. He's disabled." Meow shrugged his shoulders.

Meow Yi looked at him in disgust, and didn't want to say more about his slow appearance.

The "junxuan night" that came back from the western regions must be fake. I'm afraid the real night king is doing something

What does he want?

……

In the dark Pavilion of Wangjiang tower, the dim yellow candle light flutters gently, and reflects the figures of several people on the wall.

A person sits in the first place, one hand is put on the table, Xuanyi brocade robe, the whole body is penetrating to kill to cut chilly cold idea.

This cold feeling, in this narrow space, seems to be in the ice cave.

Beimingjue, who was sitting on his left side, said: "ah ye, everything has been arranged. As for Jun Zhihua's life, do you want it or not?"

"Yes, why not?" Low alcohol male voice, cool and bewitching.

The sound line makes people feel like they are snowing in February.

"Come on, you all go out." Beimingjue looked at the others and waved.

Soon, everyone backed out.

There were only two of them left in the dark room.

"Ah Yeh, have you figured out how to explain to your daughter-in-law?" Beimingjue left. He leaned lazily on his seat. His tone was light. He didn't think it was too big to see a play.

Jun Xuan night long finger micro song, gently tap on the table.

"Don't worry about our husband and wife."

"Hey, you're a real boy. I just went to see your mother's wife. You need to be so indifferent... OK, I won't tell you any more."

Before he had finished, the man's flying knife in his eyes came down, and he wanted to cut him to pieces