Coming of the Villain Boss!

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"Eh, Jin Se, how can I talk to you?"

Mingshu let Qingzhi go first.

"I have a bed warmer." Slag woman Shu said that affirmation.

"Yes?" Ying Luo suspiciously, "Who? Why haven't I seen you get closer?"

"secret."

"..." It's still a secret, Ying Luo pouted, and turned his head back with enthusiasm, "Really don't think about my brother? My brother is very handsome and a famous beautiful man."

"Does your brother know you sold him like this?"

"I don't know, hehe."

"Dear sister."

"Who is it that warms you up?"

Ying Luo chased after Ming Shu asked.

But stunned did not ask.

She did not believe in evil, and asked Qingzhi again.

Qingzhi said that she didn't know, but she didn't see who the ancient **** of her family had contact with.

Does the ancient **** of her family have anything else to impress her besides eating?

To see her now, you have to give it away.

I want to make an appointment if I haven't eaten.

After a few days.

Mingshu received news that the matter of Lingwu had come to fruition.

Didn’t Lingwu meet the Devil at the end of the last calamity?

Although Jin Se rescued him at that time, he still let the demon cast a spell on Ling Ling.

Because of Xing Lian's relationship, Ling was not under control and was drawn by the curse and fell into the devil.

This is not Lingwu's willingness. The Emperor tried his best to cure Lingwu.

It is a pity that no results have been achieved, but that Lingwu's evil spirit is getting deeper and deeper. At first, some people were known, and no one knew anymore.

All day long and crazy, roaring.

Under various pressures, Emperor Tian recalled Lingwu's crown prince and imprisoned him in the town demon tower.

Mingshu went to see the demon tower.

"Nine Spirit Ancient God..."

The gatekeeper carefully led her to the level where Lingwu was imprisoned.

Ling Wu squatted in the corner, all with a gloomy breath.

"turn on."

"This...is..." This is the ancient god, she was captured by everyone, and there will be no problem.

When Mingshu walked in, Lingwu remained unresponsive and turned his back on her.

She took out the golden stone and approached the tomb without a forehead.

The stone shimmered, but it just flickered and there was no movement.

Not yet?

Is it because of the plane?

Mingshu's wrist was suddenly held.

The cold touch passed through his palm.

"He is going to die."

"He is going to die..."

"He is going to die hahahaha!"

Ling Wu pushed Mingshu to the wall, crooked his claws, and his red eyes stared at her with resentment.

Mingshu kicked his foot and threw a spell.

The magical light flashed through, and the tomb was not bombed, hitting the wall.

She sorted out her clothes and looked down at Lingwu lying on the ground, "Who is going to die?"

Ling Wu crawled twice on the ground and slowly climbed up.

He looked mad and muttered to himself, "He... that person... hahahaha, dead, about to die..."

"who's that person?"

Ling Wu suddenly stopped.

The space is quiet.

Ling Wu looked to Mingshu.

The malicious pupil stared at Mingshu, he grinned and smiled weirdly, the voice resembling a wicked ghost crawling out of hell.

"Resigned!"

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The title is dying.

Mingshu felt that this was a bit of a rip, and that little goblin was alive and kicking at all.

but……

How to explain what he was looking for?

He said that in order to continue life.

Maybe……

it is true.

Mingshu's tongue reached the upper jaw and walked down the stairs thoughtfully.

She left nothing that day, and the goblin did not come to find herself.

The more I thought, the more wrong I was, and Mingshu didn't go back.

The title did not hide his whereabouts intentionally, Mingshu quickly found him.

But this place?

"Son, come and play~"

"Don't go..."

"Come on, play together~"

"Little Flower God, are you looking for me?" Leaning against the railing of Hualou, she waved at her with a smile.

There were many people around him, but there was a vacuum, and no one dared to approach him.

Mingshu squeezed away the girls who were showing up, pulled upstairs and dragged the title, and in his surprise eyes, pushed into the back room.

Mingshu was annoyed and pressed him against the table in the room. He pressed his palm against his chest and pressed him down. "Lost, you are so powerful, have you learned to visit Hualou?"

He dropped his finger on Mingshu's waist and rubbed it ambiguously, "Then there is no way, Xiao Huashen doesn't want me anymore? Can I still have fun by myself?"

"you……"

The dropped finger has already begun to loosen her belt.

"Little Flower God, I miss you so much." He looked up at her with a light voice, but his eyes were serious.

The scenery in front of Ming Shu shook, and the positions of the two changed.

"Little Flower God, I ran when I slept, eh?" The title pressed against Mingshu's legs, took her hand, and cut it behind her.

The two pose ambiguously.

His breath approached, and his lips were bitten.

"You don't know come to me?"

"Why am I going to find you?" Freed her hand and untied her clothes. "Look, don't you come to me now?"

Ming Shu narrowed his eyes.

The title-dropping movement is slightly paused.

A little square.

How to do……

Her eyes are a bit scary.

He's a man!

How can you be afraid!

Not afraid!

As a man's dignity, he was forced to continue without letting go.

The clothes fell, and the girl's beautiful curves were exposed.

The title slightly released her hand and saw that she didn't resist. Only then did she completely release her and hugged the person to the direction of the bed.

He put Mingshu down and covered him.

"boom--"

"Boom--"

The man fell to the ground, clutching his forehead in embarrassment.

"Little Flower God, so to me?"

Mingshu gathered his clothes and smiled and said, "It seems that I was wrong today."

This kind of alive and kicking, but also annoying, where does it seem to die!

He fell to the bed and said, "I have hit a bag on my forehead. Look, give me a blow, it hurts."

Mingshu kicked his foot.

Avoiding the title, propped up the edge of the bed and threw Mingshu down.

"No more, I really miss you." The low voice of the title, "I miss you."

Mingshu remembers his goal of coming here, completely unmoved, "I ask you something."

"Ask me again later?"

Mingshu looked at him.

Title: "..."

Seeing her like this, a little... Fang.

The claws dropped their claws, loosened Mingshu, rolled over and lay down on the outside, and smoothly caught her into her arms. "What's the matter?"

"Last time you said you were looking for those things to survive?"

"I lied to you." The connection is natural, "Don't I tell you?"

"Are you going to die?"

"Little Flower God, don't curse me like this?"

There is no strangeness in the tone of the posture, the expression.

What does it seem like to think of the title, "Or do you want to find another one on your back? I tell you, little flower god, this is not good, you are mine."

"Tell me the truth."

"I'm talking about... um..."

Slightly widening his eyes, his long eyelashes twitched slightly, and the blurred eyes gradually became blurred.