Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

This group of black shadows just wanted to open their mouths to fight back.

However, Ye Siming only flashed a red light like a flying blade in the palm of his hand.

In the blink of an eye, the fog-like shadow will be smashed into pieces!

Like smoke, it disappears completely when the sun shines.

Ye Siming retracted his palm and sneered: "Trash."

He turned around and saw Gu Nuo'er still standing by the pool waiting for him.

The little guy's cheeks were round and tender, dyed a crimson crimson due to the hot summer.

Let those eyes made of water be full of autumn water and more agile!

She was also looking at Ye Siming.

Two strands of broken hair hang down in front of the boy's forehead, showing a bit of maturity and sharpness.

A full and solid body, in the sunlight, exudes the breath of youth.

Smooth lines, really seductive.

Gu Nuo'er suddenly drummed up her hands: "Wow! Brother Siming is amazing!"

Ye Siming raised his eyebrows, as if thinking of something.

He suddenly pressed the wrist of his right hand with his left hand, and frowned falsely: "It hurts."

Gu Nuo'er heard a hint of worry on her delicate face.

She hurried to Ye Siming's side and stretched out two little hands to hold his right wrist.

"Brother Siming, you are not injured, where does it hurt?"

Ye Siming lowered his eyes slightly, watching the little guy nervously and caring.

He pursed his thin lips, pretending to be normal and said, "It may be that the strength I used just now is too great. Although it is not injured, my wrist is sore."

Gu Nuoer quickly pinched him with her little finger.

The little guy's fingertips are delicate and smooth to the touch, like icy jade.

Ye Siming raised his eyebrows, and the meaning of pleasure was revealed from his dark eyes.

Gu Nuo'er said in a sweet voice, like a little adult, "Oh, don't be so impulsive next time."

"You rushed over with a swish, in fact, I can deal with it myself."

Ye Siming felt the massage of her little hand, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "I'm here, you don't need to do it."

Gu Nuo'er had no choice but to nod her head in approval, but she still had some doubts.

"That black shadow just now felt like a monster with very weak mana, how dare you chase after him."

Ye Siming said lightly: "Those like them can only survive by lying on people's bodies and sucking life force."

"I should have seen it once before, in Zhang Yushi's house, but it didn't harm you, so I didn't care."

"I didn't expect it to find you."

Ye Siming lowered his head, looked at Gu Nuo'er's soft little cheeks, and said in a low voice thoughtfully, "Maybe you are also very fragrant."

Gu Nuo'er raised her eyes and blinked her long eyelashes: "Brother Siming, you can't do this in the future."

She didn't seem to have noticed Ye Siming's last words.

"Uncle Zhang, the censor, is a good person. If you see a good person being haunted by a demon, you should help!"

Ye Siming has never been a nosy personality.

He doesn't care about the life and death of others.

But the little guy said so.

He had to ponder for a while, then nodded: "Okay."

Gu Nuo'er looked at Ye Siming, and felt that she liked the big wolf more in her heart!

Under the scorching sun, the young man was full of vigor. When he talked to Gu Nuoer, he kept his head down.

Big wolf wolf is so good!

"Hmm... Brother Siming, it's still early, are you in a hurry to go back to the school grounds?" The little guy's eyes twinkled with pleading light.

Ye Siming raised his eyebrows: "No hurry, what's the matter, where do you want to play?"

Gu Nuoer drew circles on the ground with her little feet, and said embarrassedly—

"I want to touch wolf ears!"

Ye Siming was stunned.

Gu Nuo'er's answer really surprised him.