The Demon God Pesters: The Ninth Lady of the Doctor Chapter 567: The big devil said: Even you are mine!

This time, what is pervading the chest of the emperor Shifang is no longer the hot desire and heat, but full of pity and distress.

Although she was fierce and didn't speak sweet words, she made his heart sweeter than honey.

His little girl, his Jiuer.

How lucky was he to meet you?

The kiss that Emperor Shifang took, without a trace of distracting thoughts, touched her lips gently, opened her teeth, and quickly swallowed all the souls collected by the silver dragon into her abdomen.

Immediately afterwards, he kissed her gently, piously, tenderly, tenderly...

The kiss fell on the naughty, butterfly-like eyelashes, on her always reluctant, stubborn eyes, and on the lips that dazzled him.

Everything about her seemed to be born for him, and she was so beautiful that he was stuck in it and couldn't help himself.

One moment, I talked about the fermenting tenderness.

Until the emperor Shifang slowly digested the power of the soul, the aura that kept drying up in his body finally paused.

He gently pulled Lu Jiuque up and hugged him deeply. Di Shifang said, "Thank you... Jiuer..."

Lu Jiuque's eyes were still a bit blurred, but she felt itchy in her ears. She couldn't help but dodge, and said with full momentum: "You...you...go away!"

Not only did this look have no lethality, it also carried a kind of anger that looked like anger but not anger, which made Emperor Shifang's heart soft and completely lost his temper.

"Good..."

Whatever she says, just be fine.

Who told him to be willing to pet her, let her, hold her?

Looking at the unabashed affection and pampering on the young man's face, Lu Jiuque was almost fascinated.

After a long while, she suddenly recovered, despising herself very much.

Lu Jiuque, Lu Jiuque!

You're really getting better and better!

The other party is just a hairy boy, a hairy boy.

Suddenly jumped up from the soft couch, sorted out his clothes, and stared: "What are you still doing? Let's go out."

Well, if two people stay in for too long, they will be suspected...

It's just that Lu Jiuque is holding a chicken coop at this time. Isn't it that there is no silver three hundred taels here?

Di Shifang smiled helplessly, stepped to her side, combed her long hair lightly, and smiled: "Well, your image is to tell other people what happened between me and me. Huh?"

Lu Jiuque was taken aback for a moment, and hurriedly sorted out her hair. Who knew that the more anxious, the tighter her hair would get stuck and her scalp hurt.

Di Shifang frowned, stretched out his hand to clasp her wrist, and whispered: "Don't move~IndoMTL.com~I'll come."

The voice returned to its usual domineering.

Lu Jiuque pursed his mouth and said, "This is my hair..."

Di Shifang awkwardly untied her entangled hair, did not lift her eyes, and said very seriously: "Even you are mine, and your hair is mine."

The heat that had just been suppressed by Lu Jiuque again "boomed" into her mind, her face was so hot that she could fry eggs.

This... how did this guy change back again!

Damn it!

Who is his, nonsense!

When Lu Jiuque was clever-toothed, he said a word of protest at this time, and the one who uttered his lips was a stumbling protest.

"You...you...you nonsense...I...not..."

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