Chapter 130 Under the Silver Hair, I Still Want to Talk 2

"Ahhhh-"

The sound made Lu Jiuque's back stiff, suddenly remembered something, and stepped up to rush over.

Suddenly, a cold and delicate hand grabbed her wrist, and he asked, "Where are you going?"

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

Di Shifang hooked his lips and smiled, his voice was as cold as ice: "You like it so much?"

Lu Jiuque was taken aback.

like?

Nonsense, of course I like it, don't I like being so nervous!

Seeing that Yin Man's body was about to twist into a twist, Lu Jiuque was also anxious: "Yes, I like it, I like it very much, it is very important to me, please let me go!"

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

The voice was extremely cold, and contained a tyrannical aura that made even Yinlong run away without a trace.

Lu Jiuque was stunned, what the hell, isn't this big devil ill? !

She threw off Di Shifang's hand vigorously, and was about to run towards Yin Mandrill again, but she was so frightened that she stopped.

Because the entire chest cavity of Yin Mandrill has been sunken down... The completely deformed strange posture is like a piece of paper that has been crumpled into a ball!

"Damn it!" Lu Jiuque cursed, his feet swept in front of Yin Man, and his hands trembled on its body looking for something.

No! ?

Why not!

How could there not be...

Di Shifang walked behind her, pulled her away, and said faintly: "Did you see it, this is what happens when you like it. Don't you like its chest muscles? Then this son will crush it. You don't like it. Its chest hair? That young man made it into floating dust, okay?"

Lu Jiu lost the connection with the last silver needle, and his mind became hot, and he was completely panicked.

She turned her head and slapped Di Shifang's hand fiercely, roaring anxiously.

"Di Shifang, you are so sick! What the fuck is your chest muscle and chest hair, I'm looking for a silver needle! My silver needle!"

Di Shifang's expression was stunned, and the strength in his hands relaxed unconsciously.

Lu Jiuque didn't have time to talk to him at all, he pushed him hard, and searched for Yin Man again.

She frowned, her eyes were very anxious, and she muttered to herself.

"Why not?! Ninety-nine! Ninety-nine!"

"Damn it, Jiujiu!"

"Nine-nine!"

...

Hearing her call, Di Shifang looked away.

Ninety-nine...

Well, it should be the name of her ninety-ninth silver needle.

It turned out that the "like" she said was referring to the silver needle, not this ugly pectoral muscle monster.

Well, not good.

How can your own little servant have such bad taste?

There was not a trace of embarrassment on the face of Emperor Shifang's exiled immortal, and he still had a peerless and calm attitude.

As if the person who made the big oolong just now was not him.

But just if you look closely, you will find a blush on the tips of his delicate ears.

The blush was looming under the cover of silver hair, and he really wanted to stop talking.

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

Its eyes are rolling, and its heart is very lucky and helpless.

Tsk tsk, it turns out that this little boy took a heavy hand on it because he was jealous of its beauty!

Look how nervous this second generation of the rich world is about it, this face is about to cry!

Hahaha, hum, being beautiful is indeed a fault...

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