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 remembered something, he stepped forward to rush over.

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

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

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

Lu Jiuque was taken aback.

Like?

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

Seeing that Yin Man's body was about to twist into twists, Lu Jiuque was 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 have been pierced by something, and he blurted out: "Don't like it!"

The voice was extremely cold, and it contained an uplifting tyrannical air, and even the silver dragon was so scared that it "chuckled" and ran away.

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

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

Because the entire chest cavity of Mandrill has been sunken... that completely deformed strange posture is like a piece of paper being crumpled into a ball!

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

No! ?

Why not!

How could there not be...

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 will crush 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. He also got hot and panicked.

She turned her head and slapped Di Shifang's hand fiercely, screaming anxiously.

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

Di Shifang's expression was blank, and the strength in his hands unconsciously relaxed.

Lu Jiuque didn't have time to talk to him at all, pushed him hard, and again looked for Yin Mandrill.

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

"Why not?! Nine-nine! Nine-nine!"

"Damn it, ninety-nine!"

"Nine-Nine!"

……

Listening to her calling, Di Shifang looked away leisurely.

Nine-nine...

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, not just fine.

My little servant~IndoMTL.com~How can the taste be so bad?

There is no trace of embarrassment on the immortal face of the emperor Shifang, and he is still in a delicate and unhurried posture.

It's as if the person who played the big oolong was not him.

But 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 unraveling of the "misunderstanding unraveling" also gave the mandrill a chance to breathe.

It has a pair of eyes rolling around, and it's lucky and helpless in its heart.

Tsk tusk, it turns 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!

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