The First Thousand Three Hundred and Twenty-One Chapters, the Prosperous Woman, Do You Wear Books? (18)

a long time,

Chu Nanjing's gritted teeth broke the atmosphere of silence: "Do you know what's going on? Why did Lao Tzu come here all of a sudden! He's still in this body! What's more, it's a female country."

Chu Nanjing was really full of resentment and stared at the two of them.

Dye Bai slightly curved his lips and smiled, "As you can see, this is what it looks like."

Chu Nanjing smiled grimly, with a penetrating smile on his face: "I watched the play well, but I ended up crossing here because I fell into the river. What should I do now? Ah!"

Day of your uncle.

He's got a date tonight!

"Can you try again?" Ye Yanhan lowered his obsidian-like eyes and said softly.

Chu Nanjing: "Try it! Try it now!"

Dyeing white green onion jade finger gently pick up the tea cup and take a sip of the tea

She actually wanted to say that even if you try a hundred times, you won't be able to go back.

However, don't lose enthusiasm.

Well, anyway, knowing that I can't go back, it stopped.

"Go to the river again and try it again." Ranbai said casually.

"What if I can't come back from time travel?" Chu Nanjingpi asked with a smile.

If he was given another chance to choose, he would never want to sleep in Jiubai!

God-killing crossing.

In this era of female honor, although there are many beauties, there are too many conditions for men!

Chu Nanjing's whole body was tense.

No, he wants to go back! go back!

"Cold salad?" Ranbai said tentatively.

Chu Nanjing: "..."

Seeing Chu Nanjing's face turning black, Dye Bai added in a good mood, "Do you want to mix it up hot?"

"Then think of other ways to see if you can go back." Chu Nanjing said irritably.

All in all, any opportunity to go back should not be missed.

Ranbai leaned to the side, looking a little lazy, and the exiled face contained a shallow smile, looking relaxed and comfortable, "Whatever."

Even with seventy-two transformations, one hundred and eight forms.

He still, still, can't go back!

Looking at Dianbai's lazy and comfortable appearance, Chu Nanjing gritted his teeth and took a sip of tea: "What identities do you guys travel through?"

"The Seventh Prince of the Dynasty." Thinking of the hostile relationship between the original protagonist and the female protagonist in the plot,

Ranbai tutted, "Then, the husband of the Seventh Prince..."

Catching a glimpse of Ye Yanhan's indifferent and cold expression, Ranbai said his identity instead of Ye Yanhan.

When Chu Nanjing heard the second half of the sentence in the vernacular, he almost spit out a sip of tea.

He choked and said incredulously, "Really, really?"

"You can think it's fake." Ranbai said quietly.

"I'll go!" Chu Nanjing gloated at Ye Yanhan, shook his head slowly, and spit out a sentence, "It's really, great!"

Dyeing white: "..."

Ye Yanhan: "..."

"Then have you two done it?" Chu Nanjing asked expectantly, the mysterious and cold heir of the Ye family, the flower of Gaoling that no one dared to approach.

Now you have actually transmigrated into it, husband?

Gee.

Forgive Chu Nanjing's full of schadenfreude.

"Do you say it again?" The handsome and noble man raised his eyes slightly, and his dark jade-like eyes glanced at Chu Nanjing lightly, and said slowly.

Chu Nanjing coughed lightly, gave a wicked smile, and lay back, leaning on the back of the chair uninhibitedly, and said condescendingly: "I said, since the two of you have crossed into this relationship, you can simply If you can do it, it’s not a loss.”