The Two-Faced Venerate Emperor Chapter 134: Parrot


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Huan Qingyan looked at her deathly expression, stretched out her bloodless little white hand, and was slapped flying by Jimo Ya!

Jimoya stopped talking nonsense with her, and directly caught her finger that was bleeding outside.

Huan Qingyan's body was moved forward, and almost fell on his thigh. Jimo Ya had been prepared for a long time. A chair was separated between them, and Huan Qingyan was prostrate on the chair, and Jimoya is close at hand...

A pair of **** are also squeezed on top of the chair back, which is particularly eye-catching.

Jimoya only glanced at it, then his eyes moved away, hiding the inexplicable slight heat in his eyes.

From her waist, she conjured a small jade porcelain bottle with a creamy ooze inside, and lightly touched the injured area to Huan Qingyan.

"Hemostatic cream."

Huan Qingyan has been in a petrified state ever since he was caught by him.

Master Tianshen Yo!

The male god, who even Chuiyun imperial family had to wait for the guests, condescended and gave her medicine personally?

And so close to the male god, she could smell the scent of the male god, and it went straight into her nose.

How do you describe that fragrance?

It is the feeling that the scent makes the index finger move, and I really want to eat, and the gluttons all over my body are moving...

Huan Qingyan's saliva is about to flow out, and she speaks like a ghost, "Gong Zi Ya, you smell so good."

Jimoya's eyes were cold.

Let go of her fingers, and the crawling chair pushed far away.

The voice is cold and indifferent, "Well, you have been working hard today, you can go to rest first."

Huan Qingyan hugged the back of the chair so tightly that she was not thrown out.

The appearance of the chair flying out is like riding a roller coaster! Fortunately, it landed safely.

Frightened Huan Qingyan in a cold sweat.

Hey, what are you trying to do? Don’t you just praise you for the fragrance? Just play Need for Speed ​​for her!

The image of a handsome young man in front of outsiders is actually a moody devil.

As soon as I left Jimoya's side, the scent that made my forefinger disappeared.

Huan Qingyan can't just withdraw like this, her favorability hasn't been increased, and now she has dropped her points, she wants to remedy it!

Salivating his face, "It's not hard, I can serve the son of Jimo, the little girl is not hard at all, the little girl will continue to wait for the son to finish the meal..."

Jimoya's eyes slanted slightly, and from the perspective of Huan Qingyan, Ah Ma, this is the rhythm of the whole universe!

"Take down this plate of crabs and fish, peel all the shells and pick the thorns before serving them."

Huan Qingyan immediately jumped down from the chair, "Oh, my fingers seem to be bleeding again. Qingyan should go down and rest first and keep a good body so that he can better serve you in the future. Qingyan will go down and rest first. Master, please use it slowly! Use it slowly..."

Speaking, he left the kitchen yard like a gust of wind, and no one was seen.

Jimoya looked at her back and climbed up to the corner of his lips without checking with a smile.

With a movement between his fingers, a small red blood ball rolled.

It's the drop that Huan Qingyan just shed.

Jimo Yadao, "Mo Si."

Mo Si, who was hidden in the dark, appeared silently, "Young Master."

"Take this drop of blood to the holy courtyard for a test." Jimo Ya said, looking at the drop of bright blood.

Mo four times, "Young Master, don't you have a demon mirror on your body? Is there no response?"


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