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When the season saw the belt, the eyes immediately smashed.

"Babao glazed belt?" Monsoon smoke slightly raised eyebrows, looking at the glittering eight-treasure glazed belt in his hand.

"That's mine!" The season was swaying and shivering, and a pair of powder fists clenched on the side.

The monsoon smoke sweeps the eyes to look at the seasons, like a smile and laughs: "Your? Seasonal dress, this eight-treasure glazed belt, the entire Holy Dragon Empire has only one, just under the sire to send me a gift, where are you? Can you get the second one?"

"It’s the uncle who gave it to me. It’s already mine. You don’t want to be too much for the monsoon smoke!!” The season’s singer ran away completely. She slammed her maid and rushed to the front of the monsoon smoke. Grab the eight treasures of glazed belt back.

However, the monsoon smoke was lifted by the trend, avoiding the seasons, while the long belt followed the strength of her hand, and directly on the white cheeks!

A slamming sound, the seasons screamed and snorted, licking the burning cheeks, incredulously licking the monsoon smoke.

"Second, if you only want to, repeat it again?" The monsoon smoke can't look at the season, just half-squinting at the season brown.

The back of the season brown has no cold, and the monsoon smoke is clearly laughing, but I don’t know why, but the eyes make him cool.

The season has promised that the possession of monsoon smoke will be freely controlled by her.

This is the method of delaying the season, but did not expect... the monsoon smoke was taken out directly.

This is the season brown, and there is no half sentence at all.

"Take ... leave her something to Miss Nine." The sound of the season brown is faint and somewhat trembled.

At the beginning, most of the treasures that were given to the monsoon smoke were all divided up by the quarterly family. Among them, the seasons were taken away a lot, and the money was mostly difficult to distinguish, but these treasures were clearly written and recorded.

Even if the season brown is to be confused, I am afraid that it will not be installed.

The maids, if they stopped the season brown, shook involuntarily. When they packed up, they subconsciously put everything in the monsoon smoke back.

The season is sizzling on the burning cheeks, her eyes are red, and Ying Ying Shuiguang is spinning in her eyes.

After all, she could no longer see the face of the monsoon smoke, and turned her head out of the room.

The season brown could only sigh a little, and after watching the maids pick up the things, they retired from the room with their little faces.

Among the vast courtyards, there is only one monsoon smoke.

The clothes and accessories of the seasons were removed, and most of them were left from the monsoon smoke.

Looking at the deserted room, the monsoon smokes casually and goes forward, closing the door, sitting slowly at the messy table, raising his hand and taking out a stack of bright yellow paper from the space soul jade, with white and tender Tears a little bit into a small palm, and then gently waved...

The little paper people stood in rows on the ground.

The monsoon smoked one hand on the chin and looked at the little papers: "Go and clean up the room."

When the voice landed, the little paper people seemed to be conscious, half-floating in the room, and the monsoon smoked the treasures that were taken back from the seasons, on the table, a pair of eyes happy. The smile stunned.

This is just the beginning!