Qin Mo was pulling Jia She's satin trousers in his hands, and stood still for a while. He didn't expect Jia She's trousers to be so weak, and they would become like this with a light tug.

#Not solid#

#Too Not Strong#

Uncle Qin, your old man can smash rocks with his strength, and no pants can withstand being torn like this by your old man.

Qin Mo didn't move, and Jia She also froze. His trousers were completely torn, and only some fabric remained under Jia She's buttocks.

#cool cool cool#

After realizing it, Jia She hurriedly covered his key parts, unable to say a word to Qin Mo, his whole body was flushed red.

Although this wasn't the first time such a scene happened, Jia She still couldn't get used to it.

Especially every time something like this happened, Qin Mo didn't shy away from it at all.

nonsense!It wasn't him who was stripped naked!

I'm sorry, how did the promise of crossing the immortal energy become like this...

The quilt on the bed was kicked to the ground, there was nothing covering Jia Shen's side, except for the piece of fabric under the buttocks, but it was really embarrassing to lift the buttocks.

Jia Amnesty could only secretly move one hand away, and moved it to the bottom, trying to pull the trousers cloth out.

You can't make any big moves, it's really troublesome to pull your pants.

Qin Mo's ankle was torn open by Jia She's stare, the room was filled with bloody smell, and there was also blood on the corners of the mouths of the two of them, the people who didn't know it really didn't know what happened.

Anyway, Miss Daji watched this scene and made up a particularly big play in her brain, and the three remaining gods in the live broadcast room have been surrounded.

It's only been a few minutes, who can tell them what happened?

Seeing that Qin Mo's complexion has returned to normal, it is estimated that most of the evil spirit that Linglong had cast on Qin Mo's body has been removed, and now Qin Mo has been revived with full blood.

The whole person was resurrected with full blood, um, the same below.

It's just that Qin Mo still needs Jia She to slap him now, his ankle still hurts, and he can't make any big moves.

There was fire but he couldn't move, he could only watch. It was the first time Qin Mo felt so aggrieved.

The words are at the other end of the live broadcast room.

The moment Jia She opened his eyes, Daji screamed again.

"Xiao Gong's figure makes people drool! There is blood at the corner of the mouth, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Dash to the front of the screen.

Various images were intertwined in Miss Daji's mind, and she could no longer control the prehistoric power in her body.

Sao Baxing and the others looked at Qin Mo, then looked down at their own belly silently, and collectively sighed inwardly.

"Sure enough, it's still an ancient way of raising people."

The perspective of the straight man is completely different from Miss Daji's. They thought that Jia She had just had a fight with Qin Mo. After all, a big man kissed another big man in the past, and he would definitely get beaten up.

Not knowing whether it was out of jealousy or protecting the pure Miss Daji, Qianliyan went up and turned off the screen again.

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