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Mirror chick


Chapter One

The dust was lazily leaning on the couch, and the fingers stirred a few rounds back and forth in the jade plate. The slender fingers tapped on a few pebbles in the jade plate and the other hand knocked on the forehead.

"His Royal Highness, the little Xuan prince asked to see."

"Xuan." She said casually, her mouth rising, overflowing with a faint smile, and a faint charm in her eyes.

In a short while, the footsteps sounded, but it gave a sense of loneliness.

"See your Highness." Wei Xuan is only slightly subdued.

"What happened to the prince?" The dust looked at him with interest, and the rhythm of the fingers was getting faster and faster.

There was a hint of bitterness in the eyes of Wei Xuan; "It is ridiculous that my Highness will put me under house arrest, but ask me what I am doing."

The dust came out of the jade plate and grabbed a stone.

The long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the long blue hair slid down and draped softly over the shoulders. She stayed and handed the cobblestone to Wei Xuan.

"This is--" because of surprise, he opened his mouth slightly.

"Wei Xuan, do you think I am amazing, or your sister is amazing?"

"I don't know." He suddenly lost a moment, this woman has too many similarities with his sister Wuxuan, the same country, the same do not know how to understand, the same ...

fate.

PS: Mirroring country is a country facing decline, so the mirror country is divided into five parts: East, West, South, North, and Five. The dust is in charge of the West, and Wei Xuan is in charge of the middle, and Wei Xuan is the West, and is detained.

Having a meditation for a while; "It's hard to decide?"

Wei Xuanjing looked at her; "In addition to Wu Xuan, you have two or three competitors! Why should you catch her?"

"I...no!" She replied with hesitation, and the cold wind poured in and blew up the bed.

Chapter two

"You didn't?" asked Wei Xuan.

"I put her in." The dust looked at him fixedly: "I want fair competition."

"The cold charm of the east, the Anchen of the South, plus the fog of my middle, you are smashing, only a total of four mirrors."

"That's best not!" The knuckles of the dust suddenly screamed, and the forehead oozes a fine sweat: "The northland is a desolate place, and it is a matter of course that no mirrors appear."

"Are you afraid?" Wei Xuan squinted his head and looked dignified: "You have to know that five mirror chicks appear at the same time, and there will be a cross to appear to determine who the king is. You don't want to be opportunistic."

"You don't have to take care of it!" The dust robbed the cobblestones in the hands of Wei Xuan; "Come, come down, blast!"

The stones in the hands began to become crystal clear and almost transparent. Although I have been touched by Wei Xuan for a long time, I still feel the cold touch from the stone.

Yanggao Wuzhong 2nd: The Fire of Death

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