Overlord, Love Me Tender Chapter 1790: Can’t let Di Moxuan take her badly

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Di Moxuan raised his eyebrows domineeringly: "I tease my woman, there is nothing wrong with it."

"..." Well, there is nothing wrong with it.

But...

A Xuan is gradually developing toward the trend of domineering president. Is it swollen?

Or, every man has a domineering president in his heart?

His domineering toward her, his domineering toward her.

Can make her face pink bubbles.

She... Isn't she too frustrated?

Looking at Ke Ren'er in his arms, his complexion was red, Gu Pan's eyes were stained with mist, and his eyes were silky.

Di Moxuan is surging in blood.

At this look, Emperor Moxuan's blood boiled more and more.

As soon as his arm tightened, he pressed the tenderness in his arms into his arms.

Ye Qingluo was half lying in Di Moxuan's arms.

Feeling a hot touch against the belly, she, who is already in charge, doesn't understand what it is.

Immediately she blushed, struggling to push Emperor Mo Xuan: "Don't be foolish! The auction will begin soon!"

Her struggles rubbed against the man.

It will only make Di Mo Xuan's eyes darker.

Ye Qingluo met those peachy eyes full of affection, and only felt that if her eyes could be seen by women, she would have to be used by Di Moxuan, and the women would do it seven or eight times.

The strong Gu Xiaowang, Ye Qingluo can see very clearly.

She became more panicked.

"A Xuan, calm down, I don't want to play the spring palace with you here for people to enjoy!" Ye Qingluo's little heart trembled, "Xiao Xi is still on the side!"

This man is too jealous.

This box is also covered by a white veil.

When the wind blows, the gauze floats.

If Di Mo Xuanzhen is here, she must be taken.

She will really fall apart!

"She won't wake up." Di Mo Xuan's hoarse and reluctant voice sounded in her ears.

The heavy breathing of the man sprayed in her ears.

Extremely heavy.

The elegant sandalwood has a flushing scent.

Ye Qingluo was also trembling by the burning body, slightly warm.

Hearing what the man said confidently, Ye Qingluo suddenly understood something: "She is asleep, it's you...your hands and feet?"

The man raised his eyebrows in disbelief.

"..." This man, dare to make up his mind, he wants to take the opportunity to teach her!

At this moment, a deep voice suddenly came from the auction hall.

The noisy hall suddenly became quiet.

Ye Qingluo raised his eyes and glared at Di Mo Xuan, and punched his chest with his fist: "The auction ceremony is about to begin, don't mess around."

Speaking, she got up and got up from Emperor Moxuan's arms.

This time, Di Moxuan did not stop her again.

The man slid his hand across his waist.

Yuya's sandalwood scent disappeared in the nose.

The unique warmth of a man is gradually dissipating.

Ye Qingluo's heart actually felt a bit of emptiness.

She trembles in her heart and clenches her little hand.

She will not be empty, lonely, and cold!

She's not the kind of woman who can't live without a man!

Never let Di Moxuan take her badly!

Throwing away the distracting thoughts in her mind, Ye Qingluo walked quickly to the side of the veil and lifted the veil.

I saw the towering platform in the middle of the auction hall, and the old man with white eyebrows who had just followed Xi Ruoyu just now stood there, talking about the rules of the auction.

The hall that accommodates more than 20,000 people is actually full of people.

Looking at the box near the front, it is also full.

Ye Qingluo couldn't help sighing secretly. It is worthy of being the number one auction house in Nanlan Continent. As expected, it is not Lang's name.

She watched the lively scene with high interest.

But the man sitting in the chair has a blue face, looking down at a very "spiritual" place...