The Demon God Pesters: The Ninth Lady of the Doctor

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"Ahhhhhh—"

This voice made Lu Jiuqi stiffen his back, suddenly remembering something, and stepped up to prepare to rush over.

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

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

Emperor Shifang smiled slightly, his voice cold as if quenching the ice: "Do you like that?"

Lu Jiuque was shocked.

like?

Nonsense, of course I like it, can't I be so nervous!

Seeing the body of Yin Shao was about to twist into a twist, Lu Jiuqian was also anxious: "Yes, I like it, I like it very much, it is very important to me, please let me go!"

Emperor Shifang heard these words, his heart seemed to be stabbed by something, and blurted out: "Don't like it!"

The voice was extremely cold and contained a tyrannical atmosphere of uplift, and even the Silver Dragon was frightened to "chuck" and ran away.

Lu Jiuque was stunned and lying, was this big devil sick? !

She vigorously shook off Emperor Shifang's hand and was ready to run to Yin Man again, but she was scared to stop.

Because the entire chest cavity of the mandrill has been sunk ... that strangely deformed posture is like being crumpled into a piece of paper!

"Damn it!" Lu Jiuque cursed, his feet flicked in front of the mandrill, his hands trembling on his body looking for something.

No! ?

Why not!

How come there is no ...

Emperor Shifang walked behind her and pulled her away, said quietly: "Did you see it, this is how you like it to end. Don't you like its pectoral muscles? Then the boy crushes it. You don't like Does it have chest hair? That boy made it into floating dust, OK? "

Lu Jiu lost his connection to the last silver needle, and he was panicked when he was hot.

She slapped her hands fiercely in the hands of Emperor Shifang and roared with anxiety.

"Emperor Shifang you are sick! What kind of **** chest muscles, chest hair, I am looking for the silver needle! My silver needle!"

Emperor Shifang's expression was dumbfounded, and the strength in his hand was unconsciously relaxed.

Lu Jiukui didn't have time to take care of him. He pushed him hard and looked for him again.

She frowned, her eyes were very anxious, and she murmured in her mouth.

"Why not? Jiujiu! Jiujiu!"

"Damn, ninety-nine!"

"Nine Nine!"

...

Listening to her cry, Emperor Shifang looked away.

Ninety-nine ...

Well, it should be the name of her 99th silver needle.

It turned out that what she said "like" refers to the silver needle, not this ugly pectoral chest hair monster.

Well, it ’s not good.

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

There is no embarrassment on Emperor Shifang's fairy-like face, and he still has a delicate and unhurried posture.

It was as if the man with the big oolong was not him.

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

The blush was looming under the cover of silver hair, and the desire was still resting.

And the unraveling of "misunderstanding" also gave Yin Shi a chance to breathe.

His eyes were rolling, his heart was lucky and helpless.

Gee, it turned out that this little boy gave it a heavy hand because it was jealous of its beauty!

Look at how nervous this second generation of Huanyu Fu is about it, this face will cry!

Haha, hum, it looks like a fault to look beautiful ...