The braids were loose, the forehead was cracked, and blood spread rapidly, hanging from the forehead like a rain curtain.

Xiang Ling'er giggled, and she finally laughed sincerely!

"We will all die, we will all die."

While she was pinched and smashed into the wall, she laughed while making a sound from her blood: "Are you scared too... are you scared too?"

Twist twist.

Twist twist.

There was a bronze mirror waiting in the room. At this time, there was a knock on the door in the mirror.

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Both women who were going crazy were quiet.

They are beautiful, powerful, each with their own style and talent. They accidentally open a corner of their emotions, but they look like crazy spirits imprisoned in beautiful dolls!

Mrs. Zhirui stopped, and Xiangling'er looked at the bronze mirror.

"Someone knocked on the door." She asked, "Did you ask her to come?"

Mrs. Zhirui released her five fingers and gently weaved the ponytail for Xianglinger: "How has my sister practiced "The Age of Beauty"? Can you still survive the seven disasters?"

"The torture is in the words, and it is inevitable that it is frivolous - it is not good to say it." Xiang Ling'er wiped the blood on her forehead with her index finger, her eyes were blurred, she raised her index finger and handed it to Mrs. Zhirui: "Or, you

Taste...whether of my rouge?"

Green jade fingers, bright red lips.

Suck gently.

At this time, a sound suddenly sounded.

"Call me at this time, what's wrong with you-"

There was indeed a door in the bronze mirror that was pushed open, and a snow-white hand was poked out. The black armband seemed to imprison the desires of people's hearts. The hand waved slightly disgusted and waved away the faint fragrance.

Bian Qian's appearance was then embedded in the mirror: "Do you want to be taken away by someone?"

Xiang Ling'er leaned against the corner of the wall, and Mrs. Zhirui squatted in front of her, then turned around and looked at Bian Qing and smiled: "Don't worry about our safety."

"I am worried about myself!" Bian Qian glanced at them, a little impatient: "What the hell is it?"

"Hong Junyan is too dangerous. The previous plan has not worked. I need to make more preparations." Mrs. Zhirui said directly: "You have to ask Huang Sheli to help do something."

Bian Qian has the momentum of today. From "Rose in the North" to the rising star in the political arena of the Mu Kingdom, of course, it is not only because of her beauty. It is because of her joining that she has firmly stood firm in the throne of the first arena on the grassland.

After the Taixu Arena was opened, she also responded positively. Not only was she not affected by business, but she set off the sign of [Canglang] in the Taixu Illusion and the present world.

Taixu Illusion allows various commercial cooperation, as long as the tax is paid in full. The tax amount is divided into two parts, partly paid to Taixu Illusion in Taixu Illusion in Taixu Illusion, used for the construction of Taixu Illusion, and partly laying Taixu

The forces of the Jiao Tower were directly generated during the transaction process of Taixu Walker.

This matter was directly supervised by the Taoist Master Taixu, and there was nothing wrong with it.

Nowadays, many travelers watch the Taixu Arena, but they don’t watch the commentary of the non-[Canglang] system.

For some important competitions, the emcee of the Canglang Arena was also invited to host the host. Among them, Bian Wang was still the most popular one.

The Huangsheli family has a stake in the Canglang Arena, and the Taixu Arena is Huangsheli's proposal... The interest relationship in this is clearly visible, and the Huang Pavilion officials have never hid it.

Although she is lustful and lustful, Wanhua Palace is quite inappropriate. In terms of business skills, she is not comparable to those colleagues who are full of minds. Whether it is the belief construction of the Yellow-faced Buddha or the business in the arena, she

Be prosperous.

With Bian Qing's appearance and this working relationship... her friendship with Huang Sheli is also obvious.

"This is impossible." Bian Qiang said.

Mrs. Zhirui frowned: "I haven't said anything yet."

"I don't need to know what's going on." Bian Qian shook his head: "If you put your ideas on Huang Si, you're very wrong. She loves beauty, but she will never let beauty affect her.

Decide."

"She passes through the flowers, and leaves don't touch her body. She is not a lucky man. She is really happy and moved... but she can always be clear."

"I can be friends with her not because I am beautiful, but because I can bring her real gains."

"It's just that she looks good, can be appreciated by her and played with, and must not be taken to her heart."

"I and her now are so good to mix oil in honey."

"But if one day I influence the interests of Huanglong Mansion and touch her principles, she will break my head without hesitation."

"I believe she will cry for me."

Speaking of this, she smiled inexplicably: "But Huang Si is the kind of person who can kill beauty with tears."

"It sounds very sexy." Xiang Ling'er said with a smile.

There is no way that there are beauties in Jing Kingdom who don’t know yellow relics unless they are not beautiful enough.

So of course Mrs. Zhirui also knew Huang Sheli, but because of Tang Rong, she was not familiar enough. The major military palaces of Jing Kingdom kept their distance from several princes and princes.

But this was indeed the first time she met Huang Sheli from this perspective. In the past, this woman had only three labels for her, "Dad Bao", "Genius", and "Luxurious".

The situation is now very urgent. If one cannot deal with it well, the Sanfen Xiangqi Tower in the world will collapse. We must respond as soon as possible. Mrs. Zhirui frowned and said, "Ye Lan'er said she was going to Yongguo in person..."

Bian Qian paced in the mirror: "She wants to calm this incident. The premise is that the poster temporarily gave up the consequences and hid himself in the dark again."

"I don't think so." Xiang Ling'er smiled in the corner: "I made so many preparations, but in vain, is Rakshasa Mingyue Jing willing to suffer this loss?"

"If you are disrespectful to the poster, I will kill you." Mrs. Zhirui said coldly: "If you want to die, don't implicate me."

She asked again: "Do you know where the poster is at this time?"

The blood was flowing on Xiangling'er's face like an earthworm. She smiled energeticly: "How could we tell us to know?"

"Guess?" asked Mrs. Zhirui.

"It is possible to kill Meiyue, or Yan Sheng." Bian Qiang said: "It is also possible... I went to Baoxue Peak."

"No matter what decision the poster makes, life must continue. We still have to do our things." Mrs. Zhirui stood up and said, "If Huang Shili doesn't work, then try someone else... How about Zhongshan Weisun?"

"It's a good idea." Bian Qian smiled in the bronze mirror: "The trip to Duer Peak made him stronger and planted his inner demons. When he proved himself, he was also in a moment of destruction."

Her fingers wrapped around her long hair: "Miyue fiddled with Long Boji, and her sister took down Zhongshan Weisun. Isn't it a kind of cause and effect?"

"I can't do it. Tang Rong is in trouble." Mrs. Zhirui shook her head: "Xiang Ling'er is not good either. Jiang Wang's temper has made everyone know her."

She and Xiang Ling'er both looked at Bian Qian.

"Call someone else, I'm not available." Bian Qian said lightly: "I have fulfilled my obligations, just like that-"

"Thirty years of longevity." Mrs. Zhirui said: "Help my sister overcome disasters and eliminate disasters."

Bian Qian was still walking out, but turned around and smiled sweetly: "I will go to Jingguo in half a month. I need to have an unexpected encounter with him."

"I will make arrangements." Mrs. Zhirui stretched out her hand and the mirror was empty. After a moment, her and Xiang Ling'er's faces were reflected.

One is young and one is mature, one is pure and one is charming, one is covered with blood, and the other is exquisite in makeup.

"Who do you think we will die first?" Mrs. Zhirui asked inexplicably as she looked at the sight of the bronze mirror.

It’s not considered unresponsive. There was Xiangling’s innocent laughter in the quiet room.

But there is only laughter.

This world is bitter.
Chapter completed!