The Demon God Pesters: The Ninth Lady of the Doctor Chapter 133: Wandering around 1

　　 Lu Jiuque was taken aback by this voice. Isn’t this the strange voice that imitated her just now?

　　 wait...

　　The hateful fellow in Di Shifang, was about to stare at himself as if he was about to eat people, his mouth had not been opened, who was that talking?

　　 suddenly thought of something, Lu Jiuque's eyes widened: "You didn't say what you said just now?"

　　Di Shifang saw that she was no longer angry, he was slightly taken aback, and his mood eased, but his voice was still cold: "What are you talking about?"

　　 "Wait, it's really not you who kept repeating my words?"

　　"When will I repeat your words?"

　　 "You didn't even hear that person's voice?"

　　 "No."

　　 Lu Jiuque got such a decisive answer, but it was also a while.

　　 "Who is the one speaking? Why is it coming from you"

　　 "How do I know?"

　　 "It's weird..."

　　 Lu Jiuque wrinkled his nose, approached him on tiptoe, and followed the source of the voice just now.

　　 She remembered that the voice came from his chest.

　　Emperor Shifang's expression was indifferent, but as Lu Jiuque approached a little bit, he gently averted his gaze, looking into the distance like no one.

　　 If you look closely, you can see that the body of Emperor Shifang is constantly tightening.

　　 Even the heartbeat sounds more vivid than ever.

　　 His long eyelashes trembled, trying to suppress his chaotic heartbeat.

　　 Because she was so close to him, she was so close that she could hear his anomaly at any time.

　　 Suddenly, the strange sound rang again, which happened to cover his heartbeat.

　　 "It's weird..."

　　 Lu Jiuque’s eyes lit up, and the devil grabbed at the weird voice without saying a word, and shouted: "Look at what you are!"

　　 Her claws landed on Di Shifang’s chest without hesitation, and she kept swimming, as if she was going to touch the chest muscles of a young man.

　　Meng Lang's movements made Di Shifang's whole person bewildered, and he stared at the female **** monster with wide eyes.

　　 It’s just that Lu Jiuque hadn’t noticed it, and simply tore open the skirt of Emperor Shifang, and his dirty little hand reached in...

　　 That look like a wolf like a tiger!

　　 That shameless action!

　　 That fierce look!

　　 The Yin Man who looked aside was dumbfounded, and even the silver dragon hiding in the dark dropped his jaw.

　　 Fuck!

　　 Is this the legendary *breasted dragon claw hand? !

　　 Lu Jiuque just praised the beautiful pectoral muscles of Yin Mandrill, even if it is such a small boy (master)? !

　　 suddenly caught something, Lu Jiuque raised his eyebrows and laughed: "You still won't catch you for me!" Hey, wait, she touched something, why is it so silky?

　　 The superb touch made Lu Jiuque unable to help but squint, before lingering on the thing again.

　　啧啧, it's delicate, isn't it just like that for the condensed jade?

　　Hey, what is this, a small hard one.

　　 Lu Jiuque was so obscene that he poked the small one, but was held firmly by one hand and pushed it away.

　　 Lu Jiuque staggered and almost fell, raising his head and roaring: "Di Shifang, you have..." The last "illness" word was stuck in her throat.

　　 But seeing the young man in front of him, his sword eyebrows are frowning, his thin lips bite, and his cheeks are dizzy.

　　 That beauty, if the Nixia is lightly dyed, the mist slowly winds around.

　　Especially the waves in the silver eyes of the youth, although they are angry, they are even more amazing.

　　 The ripples, lingering, slowly and continuously, again and again, as if they are going to flow into her heart...