One Hundred and Eight Types of Newspaper Office

This is not Wanmei Villa, why am I here, I am not knocked out!Looking at the silk room, blue and white porcelain furnishings.Depressed!

When I got up, Miss Nanxi waited for me to wash up. For breakfast, he took me to the main hall. When I looked up, I saw two door gods, no, cheap gods.

Carefully distinguish, Ximen, who is dressed in white and gold, has an evil smile, and the indifferent pure white beside him should be Da Ximen!

Walking in front of Ximen Chuuxue, I directly asked a very important question: "When is breakfast?"

The corner of Yu Luosha's mouth twitched: "If you want to eat, eat first!" I turned to look at him, my eyes sparkled.

"You are a nice person, thank you".What I said made his eyes twitch.

Regardless of their weird atmosphere, I ate breakfast indifferently, and ate happily. Since I was too happy, Master Yu said: "Axue, Sun Xiuqing can give birth to a son for you, why do you want to marry Chi Huo? Father is so sad!"

What!What the hell!I stared at the two white flowers in astonishment, Ximen Chuuxue didn't deny it, and Yu Luocha smiled at my surprised expression.

I walked straight up to Ximen Chuuxue, and stared at him for a few seconds.There was no coldness in Yu Luosha's eyes, but a trace of tenderness in his eyes.

I just said why I had such a smooth life. It turns out that the author brought out the biggest malice.I was so stupid that I didn't understand it!

I hastily tried to remedy this by fooling him: "A swordsman should have no desires and desires. If there is love in his heart, the sword will be half a point slower. Don't be obsessed! You are destined to become a sword god."

"Sincerity in the heart, sincerity in the sword, is my way of the sword." Ximen said firmly.

"Tell me, if you like me, I will change it." I said vigorously.The flames of war are burning in the eyes, and it is bound to be done.

"You are fine." Ximen had already closed his eyes and rested, not talking.I was even more sad and indignant.

"The Western Devil's Cult is just a plaything. Playing with toys happily makes my son so disobedient. He needs to reflect seriously. Did you hear me, Yu Luocha?" I said to him angrily.