My Formidable Beast-Controlling Consort Rules

Lin Zixiao held the catkin in his hand and looked at Yun with undisguised hostility in the eyes of the crowd, "Wushu, rest assured. With me, you don't have to be afraid of them."

"But..." Jiang Wushu tugged at Lin Zixiao's hand with a timid expression on his face.

As soon as Lin Zixiao was about to give his comfort, a clear and clear female voice inserted into his words, "Hey, are you enough in the bitter drama?" Yun said lightly, leaning on the counter with one hand, tilting his head and laughing. Naivety.

"We didn't say no to this room, and we paid it earlier than you. We already booked it.

You are over there as if I drove you out of the hotel, will it be too much? Or do you have persecution delusions? "

"Puff!" The poisonous words made the passing Yuanzhe couldn't help laughing.

Lin Zixiao's face turned red when he heard this, and his handsome face was full of embarrassment.

However, Yun said lightly that he was not the kind of person who would kindly take care of his opponent's mood.

She picked up the two Yuanyu photographed by Batu and threw it at Lin Zixiao.

"Anything we talk about is first-come-first-come, the room has already been set by us, take your Yuanyu and go quickly."

When the two Yuanyus flew towards him, Lin Zixiao thought that Yun Qingyan was going to hurt others, and took Jiang Wushu back quickly, and the two high-level Yuanyus clanged on the ground and rolled. Several circles.

Lin Zixiao's face was even more ugly, who found that he had too much reaction.

The contrast between Yun Qingyan's carelessness and his excessive vigilance made it seem that he was inferior.

After being ridiculed severely, Lin Zixiao's complexion turned red like a cooked sausage. Where has he been angry since he was a child?

But he opened his mouth closed, but he didn't know how to pass it.

Jiang Wushu felt sullen in his heart, knowing that he is not a talking person, don't he know how to do it directly?

With his strength, can Yun easily get him?

But Jiang Wushu knew that if she directly ordered Lin Zixiao to do it, she was afraid that it would arouse Lin Zixiao's disgust, so she could only endure it, lowering her head, as if she had suffered great grievances.

When Jiang Wushu was struggling to squeeze a drop of tears, he suddenly felt a sharp line of sight like a cold front scraping from him, extremely sharp.

The careless voice floated into her ears, not loud, but to her it was like a bolt from the blue.

"Jian Wushu, I don't care what your idea is. It's okay if you don't come up and die." Yun said softly the corners of his mouth curled slightly, "If you are looking for death by yourself, I don't mind moving your muscles."

Jiang Wushu's face instantly turned pale, and the losses that Bei Anguo had suffered in Yun Qingyan before came to her mind.

Every time, she never won!

Do not……! Why can't she win? !

She is going to win Yun Yun once!

"Brother Zixiao...I...let's go." Jiang Wushu pulled Lin Zixiao's sleeve, his eyes were slightly red on his small face, which was half raised.

Lin Zixiao frowned fiercely, his eyes shot at Yun Qingyan sharply, and said with a sense of righteousness, "You shouldn't be so aggressive even if it comes first, then arrives?"

Yun Qingyan glanced at him lazily, ignored him, turned and said, "Treasurer, key."

"Here! Here you are!" The shopkeeper collected the scene just now, without any waves on his face, and gave Yun a few sets of keys at will.

For him, it doesn't matter who rents the room, he just needs to make money.

Moreover, it is indeed the Yuanyu delivered by Yun Qingyan and his party first.