National School Prince Is A Girl

This guy, really didn't look at him.

He will do something awkward.

The Qin desert is cold, and the bottom of the eye is like a cloud that is tumbling with countless clouds. Nothing can be seen in the clouds.

It was just that the breath that was haunting him was obviously cold.

Fu Jiu didn't know that he had been stared at by the Great God. He gnawed his spoon and vacated his hands. The **** of the beautiful fingering: "Block the baby, what do you do? Why don't you reply me?"

The seal was still seen, his face changed, and immediately sent a screenshot of the Spades Z: "Look, God also told me to seal the baby, idol, you said the **** he... He should not be crushing me? !"

Qin Mo's brow was tight, and the custom mouse in the palm of his right hand was almost crushed and thrown out!

However, his face, but there is no meaning of anger, but the pair of scorpions are cold and powerful, and the corners of the mouth are also hooked up, not very warm.

Everyone in the circle knows that it is the most terrible time when the Qin desert looks like this.

There are many officials in the military district compound, and there are not many people in the second generation, but no one can be like Qin Mo.

There are means and awkwardness, as it was from an early age.

Qin Mo did not answer, but reached out and took the cup at hand, overlapping the slender legs, taking a sip of water in the play, and the curve drawn from the chin made him look like A young warlord during the Republic of China, the whole body was indifferent and expensive.

Fu Jiu waited for a while to see the Ming Online, that is, not replying to her news, and playing a string of words to Feng Shang: "Block the baby, it is me, Fu Jiu, I use the account of the Great God."

Feng is still thinking, except that the idol can make him bend, even if Qin Shen rushes to his confession, he will decisively pull the other side black, I did not expect to open the information, it is such a sentence.

At that time, Feng Shang gave it to him: "So, what about the idol account?"

"Of course, the **** is using it, and I must wash it myself. It’s also a big **** to pull the people you complain about." Fu Jiuxin thought that he could finally smash the **** once, and the typing was particularly refreshing: "He has been from the beginning. I am using my account."

After seeing this sentence, Feng still looked back at his conversation with Spades Z. He was almost crying. He didn’t stutter when he typed the words: “Idol, why is your account for the gods? This is terrible."

"Tragic?" Fu Jiu did not understand: "What is so bad?"

Feng still felt that it was unclear for a while, and simply sent a screenshot of the chat record to Fu Jiu.

Fu Jiu was still happy to drink porridge. After all, she is using the account of the Great God. In the game, she is also a real rich man. The nine digits of the data are not deceptive. Still with her, to pick up a big task of playing the first kill, this time the price rises, to order some fresh blood, otherwise I am sorry for the virtual currency on the Great God account.

However, just as she slammed the thin lips and opened the news, all the good plans were abruptly stopped, and the disappearance was called a fast!

Fu Jiu almost watched the next second of the chat record, and immediately looked at the direction of the god, and saw that the **** was staring at her like a smile, like the ancient well-like deep bottom is a piece of The icy chill of the human scalp...