Mother Fox vows not to be a slave

Chapter 688 Are you going to piss me off, this little biscuit (27)

He actually wrapped the demon Wen Ling tightly with a quilt!
"I told you to make trouble again!" He growled, using his weight advantage to restrain the other party, "If I deal with you now, how can I tell you to steal your pants!"

"Grateful...thanks to the hero for not killing me!" Wen Ling's mischievous voice came from under the quilt, and his smile was about to overflow during the period.

"Come back early after stealing, my wife." Liang Yuzhi kissed the top of Wen Ling's head and confessed.

He wanted to watch her make trouble, it didn't matter how crazy the trouble was, as long as she was there.

If there is no interesting response from the Emperor of Heaven, he can go to educate and educate.

"Oh, it seems that there is something serious~" Wen Ling asked knowingly, ordinary people should know what couples who have been separated for thousands of years should do.

"Yes, let you see it."

"Ouch~"

In the middle of the night when there was no one around, Wen Ling followed the trembling fairy boy to the emperor's bedroom, and the night journey was easy.

The cold wind was blowing in the night palace, and I don't know if the old man of the Emperor of Heaven had something wrong with his brain, and even arranged his bedroom to look like a horror film shooting scene.

Xiantong was still walking with one foot deep and one foot shallow, his forehead was dripping with sweat, but he didn't dare to stop - that demon was following behind him, so why stop?
Stretching the head is also a knife, shrinking the head is also a knife, it is better to live on for a while, so that you can still see the appearance of the emperor's palace, but, the reason is that he has no way to overcome the fear in his heart!
In this gloomy place, a female ghost will float out of nowhere, it's too scary!
[If you don’t want to show off your hair to others with pigtails in the future, just walk quietly, I’m watching. ]
Wen Ling deliberately used the technique of sound transmission into secrets, and the volume was even more terrifying.

Xiantong nodded desperately, his facial features were all wrinkled together, his strength explained what it meant to be "deformed from fear".

The Emperor of Heaven is taking a bath at the moment, and when he closes his eyes and takes a nap, it is a great opportunity to steal the obscene pants.

The fairy boy was carrying the pastry and mixed in with the maidservants, the sweat dripping down his face unstoppably.

The whole person seemed to be fished out of the water.

Wen Ling looked at it in the dark and kept shaking his head.

What a useless guy, after staying with Liang Yuzhi for a long time, he is afraid that he has forgotten his original master, all he knows is that he spends all day in the broken yard with a broken broom, sweeping the broken pieces. Sycamore leaves.

What a destructive thing.

She blew a puff of misty smoke—it was a large dose of "ecstasy soup" aimed at the Emperor of Heaven.

Light smoke curled up, and the misty smoke mixed with bursts of water vapor slowly entangled the Emperor of Heaven, who lost consciousness in the silence.

The seductive girl's red lips parted slightly: "Time and space stand still."

In an instant, the torrent of time stopped moving forward, and the Emperor of Heaven maintained a 45-degree tilt and was about to enter the water. The fairy boy and maidservant stood in place and stopped breathing.

Wen Ling stood by the hanger, gestured a few times, and shook his head: "Tsk tsk tsk, this old man really has bad taste, and he actually wears pink obscene trousers."

Bright pink, different from ordinary bright pink, is the kind of bright pink that makes people feel gaudy at a glance.

Really a suffocating old man.

Taking the trousers, she chuckled, put the fairy boy in the fairy bag, and walked out of the night palace slowly.

When the Emperor of Heaven is getting older, it is easy to relax his guard. It is easy to succeed the first time, but it is a little more difficult the second time.

Throwing the obscene pants into the bottomless abyss, she clapped her hands, lifted the sweaty fairy boy out and put it on the ground.

"Qiyang, has your brain been eaten by a dog?" The woman suddenly asked in a tone as cold as snow in the middle of winter.

　Second update today.

　　Another night of running.

　　Too much exercise today - 85 minutes of volleyball class, 60 minutes of volleyball club, 2000-meter night run.

　　Crying and chirping.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)