Fast wearing witch code

Chapter 778 The Little Crying Bag of the Demon Cult Leader 47
It was clearly a sharp and handsome face, but at this moment it put on a silly expression.

The smile on the corner of Man Luo's lips deepened, and his tone became softer and softer: "If you don't want to..." Then I will hug you.

Before she finished speaking, she fell into a warm and firm embrace, and the man's arms locked her firmly in his arms, with such strength that it seemed to be able to melt her into the flesh and blood.

Ji Fan lowered his head, feeling the softness of the little person in his arms, and his low voice was hoarse and sexy: "Of course."

The girl in his arms is the one he likes and the wife he has identified. He can't wait to hold her like this all the time.

Man Luo raised her head and bumped into Ji Fan's dark eyes, the brilliance in them warmed her heart, and she hugged Ji Fan back, she leaned into his ear with a smile, The tone was gentle: "Then would you like to sleep together?"

The surprise came too suddenly, Ji Fan's figure shook, he lowered his head and looked at the girl's expression uncertainly: "Sleep together?"

Man Luo smiled and led the other party into the room. The moment the door closed, several doors next to it opened all at once, and the members of the Devil's Cult whispered.

"Madam let the leader into the room?" Some people couldn't believe it.

"Heaven has eyes, the leader has finally waited for this day!" Someone was filled with emotion.

"Then do we have a little leader?!" Someone excitedly guessed.
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In the room, Ji Fan looked at the girl sitting on the bed, his eyes fell on the slim figure, his throat rolled down involuntarily.

The room was not big, and it was only a few steps away from the bed, but Ji Fan's movements were extremely slow. Seeing that he finally walked to the bed, facing the girl's smiling almond eyes, his heart beat like thunder, and his dark eyes flashed. Deep and deep.

Finally, he reached out to the girl's cheek: "Tangtang."

The hoarse voice swayed the heart, and the smile on the corner of Man Luo's lips was wicked, and he straightened up and kissed the corner of his lips: "Sleep."

After all, she yawned lazily, retracted into the bed and closed her eyes directly.

Ji Fan, who was still excited, froze for a moment, pursing his thin lips.

So the sleep in the girl's mouth is really just a literal meaning, everything is because he thinks too much?
Ji Fan drooped his eyelids, his broken hair cast a shadow, he looked like a lost big dog.

He sighed, and climbed onto the bed obediently. After the girl's breathing was stable, he carefully hugged her into his arms. There was a faint fragrance from the girl's body at the end of his nose, and his arms were full of girl's breath. Disappointment had long been thrown out of the blue, Ji Fan kissed the girl on the forehead lightly, and then fell asleep contentedly.
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The next day, the members of the Devil's Cult watched their leader walk out of the room refreshed, all with beaming faces.

"Congratulations, Master."

"Hexi Hierarch."

"Did the leader sleep well yesterday? Hehehe."

Ji Fan was congratulated with an inexplicable look on his face, and when he turned around, he saw Zuo Hufa approaching. He mysteriously took out a porcelain bottle from his sleeve, and secretly stuffed it into Ji Fan's hand.

Without waiting for Ji Fan to ask, Guardian Zuo said wretchedly: "Last night... the leader worked hard, this is the best tonic, a great tonic! It's my subordinate's heart!"

Ji Fan: "???"

Looking at the back of Guardian Zuo walking away, Ji Fan's eyes fell on the porcelain bottle in his hand. When he opened the lid of the porcelain bottle and smelled it, his face darkened instantly.

He finally knew what was going on in the minds of these congregants, he threw the medicine bottle out suddenly, and turned around to show a sinister smile to the congregants: "You really are too idle."

(End of this chapter)