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Chapter 67 The King, Please Don't Show Off (30)
When Kona spoke, his face was not red, his heart beat, and his face remained unchanged.
The morals are all when Kona is living in a dream, and the unreliable words she said should be the story.
[What happened to the emperor afterwards? 】
"I remember being usurped by someone and becoming the concubine of the new king."
After a pause, she laughed strangely.
"My fellow, fortunately, stayed overnight."
Seems to be aftertaste.
"It's really good, the key scenes are free."
【……】
What kind of messy dream is this? !
The host has something.
Jishao knew this was bad, but still couldn't bear curiosity.
[The new monarch, the gender is...]
"Of course it's a man!"
【……】
by.
[Wait, the new monarch didn't kill you? 】
Kona felt that the trouble was almost done, clapped his hands, and looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction.
"Unfortunately, I was the one who helped the new monarch to usurp the throne, and finally became the founding general. Isn't it amazing?"
Kona didn't quite believe it herself, with fingertips in her mouth, sucking.
He looked around, checked around, and returned to the living room.
"How can I, such a delicate little fairy, carry a big man to the bed?"
The woman leaned against the cold wall, worried.
【delicate? 】
I believe you a ghost!
Kona pouted, her brows curled up sadly.
In the end, she held Xicheng's collar and dragged him to the bed.
Red marks on the neck.
Almost never strangled him.
After doing all this, there was a sudden movement outside the suite.
Get up, with interest in her beautiful eyes.
Going to the door, I found that the door was completely closed and hidden.
no one.
Buzzing--
The phone inside the house rang.
"Hello? Sister Hua, I have a very important thing to tell you."
"what's wrong?"
"I heard that someone is going to send your black draft in the early hours of this morning."
Kona was not surprised.
"What is there to say about my black manuscript, and it won't be on the hot search, so just turn off the comment."
"It seems very explosive, be careful..."
Kona blinked and said softly, "Okay, thank you."
Hanging up the phone, Kona changed into a white dress, drew light makeup and draped her hair.
Get off the hotel.
A cry came from the corner not far away.
"Please, don't...don't do this!"
"Help! Help!"
Kona glanced over there in time, preparing to go in the opposite direction.
[That's Shen Guyi! Hey! 】
"I know."
Kona rubbed his hair and applied a thick layer of red lipstick by the way, making some preparations.
[Then you won't save him? He is the actor, how beautiful the women's clothing is, if...]
"Naive."
According to Shen Guyi's normal routine, one dozen ten is not a problem, okay?
Let him act for a while.
The cry became more and more miserable, but no one heard it.
magical.
More than ten minutes passed.
"Please don't talk..."
Kona wanted to laugh.
Is Shen Guyi entangled with three thousand troubles? I took it off for ten minutes.
She moved her long black hair to the front, covering her half-white face.
"Don't bully her~"
Kona didn't open her mouth, pinned a small amplifier to her body, and the phone played the pre-made recording.
The punks were attracted by the strange sound and turned their heads curiously.
Kona wore a white dress, her long hair weirdly fluttering in the wind, her red lips alluring, and her grin spread out in a terrifying arc.
Under the moonlight, it is even more permeating.
"Brothers, come here~ How nice I look~"