MTL - The Anarchic Consort-Chapter 1292 Bai Ye found that he couldn’t stand it.

It is always difficult to have someone behind you, even if this person is closest to him.

But such a move far exceeds the word close.

Ah Ji did not know what to say, he felt the back fingers, but all the places that had contacted Bai Zhun were all crispy...

At the same time, the faces of the two people were reflected in the mirror, and the posture was clear and clear.

The sound of the water rang in the ear, and the long, white fingers wrapped in another hand, so the side was facing, and the face was beautiful as jade.

This is a picture of a person who will be envious of what he sees.

Li Hailou said nothing wrong.

All the emotions of Bai Zhun’s person are used in Ah Jiu’s body.

Joy, sorrow and joy.

Forbearance possession.

And unlimited patience and gentleness.

Many people say that every day is happy, not love, it is just pure love.

Love is like this, I can't wait to get her into the bone marrow, and I am afraid that she will hurt a little.

She is like a pet, but she can't help her.

Bai Zhui took a deep breath and then pushed the person away. The eyebrows still smiled: "When you wash yourself, remember to apply hand sanitizer."

A Jiuyi’s very, sighed: “I always know how to apply hand soap.”

I just don't know what happened to my little brother suddenly, and it seems to be particularly heavy.

Is it a cold?

A nine doubts turned his head, and finally decided not to, and waited for the night to practice how to stack the quilt.

The white door closed the door, the slender figure stood there, the back against the wooden door, the black broken hair was still wet, so it was hit down, making people unable to see his expression.

Alaska seemed to be aware of the danger of being uploaded from its owner. Just wanted to run, and Bai Jun suddenly held the dog's head.

When Ah Jiu came out, I saw this picture: "Little brother?"

"Washing your face?" Bai Zhun did not look at her.

A nine o did nodded: "All cleaned up, you can go."

At this time, Bai Zhun raised his cockroaches and sneaked into some sands with low water sounds: "My person's endurance is really not very good."

How did you get to the topic of a nine-one face?

"Go."

Bai Zhun stepped over and took the cute and awkward Ai Ji out of the house.

Originally intended to come once a day, he decided to change the day to twice a day.

Since the endurance is not good, the time for solitude is lengthened.

Ah Ji still doesn't know that Bai Zhuan already has plans to let her come to live at night from tomorrow, and is still thinking about how to maintain her own strength.

The Buddha once said it.

As a qualified temple abbot, there must be a determination to reject beauty!

The twilight sinks a little.

At 7:30, the most stressful time in each dormitory.

All the instructors appeared on the downstairs of the dormitory on time, and one dormitory after another walked. Every time they entered a dormitory, they would take the quilts of one of the students to do experiments, let them watch how to stack.

However, most of the female students saw that Bai Zhu’s face had begun to get drunk. As for how Bai Jun is stacked, is this important?

Bai Zhun also saw that the students were absent-minded and stood up with their thin lips: "Now the stack is starting, the stack is not good, and the stairs are running ten laps."

Ten laps of this number completely awake the female students!

Although the white instructor is good, the temperament is outstanding.

But he trained a very good set, ten laps!

It’s definitely not a joke!

Even if they only touched for one day, they noticed that the white instructor was not the master of the pity.

That is to say, what he said, usually will do it!

No one dared to step on the bottom line of Bai Zhun, immediately vertical hair, began to move the hands.

They didn't know why they were so afraid of white instructors. Later, it turned out that their fears were completely right.

Because there are so many instructors, it seems that they are also very afraid of the white instructor.

Strange.

Shouldn't these people be soldiers of the same rank?

However, honestly speaking, the instructor's gas field is too shocking.

He was standing at the door, with white gloves and arms around his chest. When he looked at people with a smile, he could feel breathless.

Why did they only think that he was handsome, and he did not realize that he was such a non-human.

"There is still a minute, the stack is not good, but I have to run." Bai Zhuan raised his eyes and looked outside: "You should not want to wear pajamas, then the school lights are so bright, accidentally liked." It’s not good for the seniors to look around your face."

Female students: ...

This is a poke of their weakness!

How did the white instructor think of such inhuman punishment?

A Jiu also felt that the way her little brother used was too dark, but the effect was still amazing.

A row of ribbed quilts looks like a direct victory over the other major departments. Although there are still many shortcomings, overall, it is excellent.

Zhang’s adjutant also looked at the results of the inspection. A pair of eyes were stunned and embarrassed. Obviously, he was not convinced.

Closing the door is a student of the performance department. He raised his hand and looked at the watch on his wrist: "It is nine o'clock now, and the camouflage clothes are sent to you. I must have heard of you, this evening. There is an emergency collection. The quality of the collection will affect the final military training score. That is to say, this item will be given to the sub-topics. You will remember what I said and set an alarm clock at eleven o'clock."

This last sentence is undoubtedly a leak of accurate time.

The students in the performance department took a glance and they didn’t have much interest in the final score of this military training, but they didn’t want to be tied to it, especially for so many years, they have always been more than the archaeological department. Outstanding, of course, do everything first.

When the school arrives at night, it will be especially quiet. After ten o'clock, everyone sleeps very sweet.

The instructors did not sleep.

All of them are uniform military uniforms, standing outside the dormitory building, raising their hands to look at the watch on their wrists.

Professor Liang is also there. He wants to make such an urgent gathering to let the students know what is called iron discipline. After all, the inheritance of the school is there.

"Time is up, whistle." Professor Liang took a cane and his voice fell.

The whistle of the emergency gathering resounded throughout the dormitory building. Fortunately, in the A big, the freshman dormitory and the sophomore and junior are separated, and the side will not be affected.

Ah Jiu was the first to wake up, just like the master of the ancient practice, suddenly turned over from the upper bunk, landing silent.

She wore a military uniform and woke up her roommate at the hand: "Second sister, hurry up, gather outside."

"What is the combination, I am going to kiss my Yang... What do you say?! Collection!"