Poisoning the World: The Secret Service Mysterious Doctor is a Young Beastly Wife Chapter 975: Bo Mingming pity her to do it

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The idea is a bit clueless. So when Ning Xuemo asked this sentence casually, he left the thought behind.

Shen Jiuli's expression moved slightly. After seeing her growing up, he also had a familiar illusion somehow ...

This is fate? Or coincidence?

He didn't speak, and Ning Xuemo didn't ask again. She turned her head occasionally to see Baiyun flying by her side like a whirlwind, and flew behind her in a blink!

Oh, this speed! It is much higher than the top speed of Kirin!

Big God is indeed Big God, chatting with her, giving her a haircut, and making it so fast!

What's even more rare is that she can't feel a little wind, even a little vibration, and she almost doubts that if a glass of water is put on this cloud, it won't spill out ...

She looked around again, but she couldn't see Xiao Qilin's shadow, presumably she was left behind by the great god.

This kind of ability is indeed abnormal ...

No wonder he can overtake everyone. He really has the capital!

"Big God, when can I cultivate your ability?" Ning Xuemo felt envious.

"Work hard." Shen Jiuli was sitting on the cloud holding her, watching Yun Cun Yun Shu.

"Cultivate to Level 8 at least quickly." He added this sentence to his heart. How did he think about the past life? He just wanted to grasp the present, just to grasp her in her arms ...

Ning Xuemo was hugged by him, faintly sleepy. She has had too little rest recently.

"Sleep and sleep. I will call you when I get there." Shen Jiuli flicked her eyelashes.

"Oh." She was so obedient that she arched in his arms, and she fell asleep boldly.

...

The red wedding dress is neatly stacked on the spring stool, with a phoenix crown on it, and the phoenix crown is inlaid with various gems in a glittering sparkle.

Yan Ziyu is sitting in front of the dresser and looking at the people in the mirror.

"Miss, this is the wedding dress that the master sent a hundred top embroidered maids for you. Do you like it?"

Do you like it?

Yan Ziyu raised her hand and touched the fabric of the wedding dress. The smooth fabric was as soft as water in her palm.

Should you like it? She's finally going to marry the man he loves. Why won't she like it?

This day is what she dreams and hopes for. Tomorrow she will put on this Fengguanxiayu to be a sweet bride ...

She should be very happy, but she always seems to have lost something in her heart, and some gods don't keep it. As the date of Daxi draws near, she is even a little panicked and has a desire to escape ...

"Miss, you seem to be a little unhappy?" Xi Er keenly noticed her emotions, and thought for a while and said, "Miss actually doesn't need to care about the woman. She only came through the door after three days. The son just accepts her as a concubine, not even his wife. No matter how she is under you, when she enters the door, she still wants to salute you with tea ... "

Yan Ziyu's fingers froze on her wedding dress and slowly pulled back.

Yes, Gu Ziyan told her that he owed his father's affection to his face, and promised his father that he would take care of her for life, that is, he must marry his face.

Of course, Gu Ziyan also said that the one she likes the most is Yan Ziyu, so she has to marry her as his wife. As for the appearance, he can only ‘feel mercilessly to her to do it’.