Genius Maiden Transmigrates: The Empress of Weapons

I wanted to be a low-key person in ancient times. Where did I think that when I started to itch, I started out and couldn't get out of my way, and the stalls were getting bigger and bigger at the same time.

She is very different from the auspicious Baili who used to serve Israel only.

Xuanyuan Yao should have discovered it long ago, but she has been patiently waiting for her to solve the mystery.

It's very troublesome to say or not to say.

To really explain it from the beginning, it has to be three days and three nights. [

distressed! ! !

She must have been too tired lately, but she thought about it a lot. She didn’t have much rest this time. She wanted to help Xuanyuan far away from worrying.

Looking back, over the past year or so, she has changed completely, even strangers do not even know herself.

But this kind of taste is good. For those who care about it, even if they are busy day and night, there is no intermittent, there is a refreshing body all over, and they will not get tired of anything, and are interested in the mechanical indulgence before. In the process, one piece after another of powerful killing weapons was created, and the sense of accomplishment obtained afterwards was completely different.

She clearly felt that her cold heart was recovering a little bit, and she couldn't remember how long it had been before she went to bed to arrange the bedside into an organization. All these changes were actually unconscious.

Xuanyuan Yao accompanied her every night, there was another person's body temperature beside the bed, and even a thousand years of ice melted into the spring.

"Niangniang, you laughed so nicely, the slave-servant just looked straight." Qiao Ling has been waiting for good luck from Yizun Wangfu. She has few words, is cautious and attentive, and is not annoying. The queen brought her when she entered the palace and keeps it to this day. She brought a bowl of red jujube and longan soup into the door, and just saw the master looking at the window with a smile, immersed in her thoughts, but failed to discover her existence.