Venerated Venomous Consort

Van Gogh has a glimpse: "What do you say nonsense?!" He was like a snake being stepped on seven inches, and his light was reddish: "Small things, the deity wants to see when you can harden your mouth?!"

He is about to push the thorns to climb again, and a colorful light suddenly flashes in one direction! Slap on the thorns!

Those thorns tremble! a snake-like scream, shrinking backwards like a tide -

Van Gogh’s face changed slightly, and his eyes looked in that direction. His fingers would not be sent: “Gu Xizhen?! You are finally here!”

The emperor was shocked and looked forward to it.

A woman in Tsing Yi fluttering, the blue silk is like a waterfall, the clothes are like a fog, and the eyes of the eyes are like the brightest stars. When the sight is swept, it makes people feel turbulent.

The eyes of Van Gogh’s eyes are slightly bright, like anger and anger, and smiled up: “Guxi, you come very timely!”

Gu Xi glanced at him and said coldly: "This seat has always been in time, Van Gogh, I didn't expect to meet you here!"

Van Gogh took a leisurely smile and said: "I didn't expect it? Actually, I always wanted to find you. You can come and do better. Unfortunately, I always miss you..."

Gu Xiyan squinted and stepped back: "What do you want me to do? Brahman, why have you been counting on me?! Now my son is also involved... You let him go! What is the matter? I come!"

"Son? Is he really your son? Dear?"

"Do you care if he is a biological one! Anyway, I am right when he is a biological son!"

"Oh, I didn't expect you to be so desperate for a son. You are a biological son. He may not be a biological mother. His identity is suspicious. Do you know?"

Gu Xi's fine eyebrows and wrinkles: "What suspicious identity?"

Van Gogh took a look at the emperor. He and the pink candle dragon were completely swallowed up by the thorns. There was a thorn ball, but the ball trembled from time to time. Obviously the people and the candle dragon were living in sin...

He didn't push the spell again, but the man who was entangled in the thorns couldn't run anymore.

right now--

He turned his attention to the face of Gu Xiyu, and then step forward: "I am embarrassed, the imperial concubine has become a ban, this ban is not something he can learn, even you and the emperor can not learn... ... don't you think this is weird?"

Gu Xi’s eyebrows are high: “You said nothing for a long time, what did he steal from studying?”

"The master of heaven will practice the technique." Van Gogh's eyes stared at her and said it one word at a time.

He suspected that Emperor Yiyi had restored the identity and memory of the Lord of Heaven, so he would teach his son a half-style.

Now the Emperor’s clothes are not going to take care of him. If he does this, he must be informed!

There is no change in the look of Gu Xiyu: "Is there such a thing? Where did you see it?"

Van Gogh’s look at her looks really didn’t tell her that she knew it, and he took another step forward: “Do you really want to know?”

There are dark waves in his eyes, and there is a power to confuse people.

When Gu Xiyu’s eyes inadvertently matched him, he could no longer move his voice and muttered: “I want to know...”

Van Gogh's body shape suddenly rises, and the double-sleeve flies directly over her body, wrapping her in the middle like a sly, she is conspiring to struggle, but is tightly trapped by him.

"Hey, come to me, I won't hurt you."