The Demon God Pesters: The Ninth Lady of the Doctor Chapter 130: Under the silver hair, I still want to talk 2

　　 "Ah ah ah -"

　　 The sound made Lu Jiuque's back stiff, and suddenly remembering something, he stepped up to rush over.

　　 Suddenly, a cold and delicate hand held her wrist, and he asked: "Where to go?"

　　 Lu Jiuque's face sank, gritted his teeth and said: "Please let me go."

　　Emperor Shifang curled his lips and smiled, his voice was as cold as ice: "Do you like it so much?"

　　 Lu Jiuque was taken aback.

　　 like it?

　　 nonsense, of course I like it, don’t you like it to be so nervous!

　　 Seeing Yin Man’s body is about to twist into twists, Lu Jiuque is also anxious: "Yes, I like it, I like it very much, it is very important to me, please let me go!"

When 　　 Emperor Shifang heard these words, his heart seemed to be pierced by something, and he blurted out: "You must not like it!"

　　 The voice was extremely cold, and it contained an uplifting tyrannical air, and even the silver dragon was so scared that he ran away without a trace.

　　 Lu Jiuque was dumbfounded, fucking, is this great devil sick? !

　　 She shook off Di Shifang's hand vigorously, and was about to run to Yin Mandrill again, but she was so frightened that she stopped.

　　Because the entire chest cavity of Yin Hao has been sunken... That completely deformed strange posture is like a piece of paper being rubbed into a ball!

　　 "Damn it!" Lu Jiuque cursed, and a little bit of his feet flew in front of Yin Man, his hands trembled on its body, looking for something.

　　No! ?

　　 Why not!

　　 how could there be no...

　　Di Shifang walked behind her, pulled her away, and said quietly: "Did you see it, this is how you like it. Don't you like its pectoral muscles? That son just crushed it. Don’t you like its chest hair? That boy made it into floating dust, okay?"

　　 Lu Jiu missed the contact with the last silver needle, and his head became hot and panicked.

　　 She turned her head and slapped the emperor Shifang's hand fiercely, yelling anxiously.

　　 "Emperor Shifang, you are so sick! What **** chest muscles, chest hair, I'm looking for silver needles! My silver needles!"

　　Emperor Shifang's expression was dazed, the power in his hand relaxed unconsciously.

　　 Lu Jiuque didn't have time to talk to him at all, so he pushed him hard, and again he kept searching for Yin Man.

　　 She frowned, her eyes were very anxious, and she muttered to herself.

　　 "Why not?! Nine-nine! Nine-nine!"

　　"Damn it, ninety-nine!"

　　 "Nine Nine!"

　　......

　　 Hearing her calling, Di Shifang looked away leisurely.

　　九九……

　　 Well, it should be the name of her ninety-ninth silver needle.

　　 It turns out that the "like" she said refers to Silver Needle, not this ugly pectoral muscle monster.

　　 Well, it’s not that good.

　　My little servant, how can his taste be so bad?

　　The emperor's ten-square celestial face did not have a trace of embarrassment, and he was still in a delicate and unhurried posture.

　　, it seems that the person who had the big oolong was not him.

　　 But only if you look closely, you will find a blush on his delicate ear tips.

　　 The blush is looming under the silver hair, and I really want to talk.

　　 And the "misunderstanding solved" unraveling, also gave the Yin man a chance to breathe.

　　 Its eyes rolled around, and it was very lucky and helpless.

　　啧啧, it turned out that this little boy put a heavy hand on it because he was jealous of its beauty!

　　Look at how nervous the second generation of the rich world is about it, this face is about to cry!

　　咩haha, hum, it’s really a fault to look beautiful...