Lu Jiuque giggled, stood up on tiptoes and pressed a kiss on Di Shifang's cheek. Even though he was separated by two layers of masks, the kiss seemed to be imprinted on his heart.
Hot, tender, affectionate...
"I'm not afraid of them running away. I'm afraid that you will run away. If you put a stamp on it, I can find you even if you run to the ends of the earth. You are mine and will always be mine..."
You are always mine.
This sudden tyranny, spoken in her soft and waxy voice, was like a feather tugging at the tip of his heart, making the tips of Di Shifang's ears turn red instantly.
So pretty, that’s it, right
"Hey, your ears are red again, are you shy?"
Lu Jiuque's smile became even happier, and it was especially clear and sweet. Di Shifang should be angry, but he really had no temper when facing her.
His ears turned red, and he said with a cold face: "Do you still want it? I won't throw it away."
Lu Jiuque immediately widened his eyes and said quickly: "Yes! Of course I do!"
This was a "gift" given to her by the Great Demon King, how could she not want it
"Even if there is trouble?"
"Even if there is trouble!"
Di Shifang snorted softly, then stretched out his hand to pull, and the two behemoths drew two traces on the ground, and were dragged in front of Lu Jiuque like dogs to death.
"Stretch out your hand."
"Huh? Oh..."
Lu Jiuque obediently stretched out his hand, and Di Shifang opened his mouth, gently bit her fingers, and dripped blood onto the two stone statues.
Seeing the blood melting into the stone statue, Lu Jiuque's cheeks turned red with excitement.
It's just that she was in a happy mood and waited for a long time, but she didn't feel the feeling of merging with her soul, and she couldn't help but feel confused.
"Great Demon King, why don't I feel the aura of these two stone statues?" she asked blankly.
Di Shifang cast a look of disdain: "It's normal not to feel anything."
"Why!" Lu Jiuque stared, "Aren't they my stone statues now?"
Di Shifang said with a half-smile, "Yes, and no."
"Gah?" What do you mean? When did the Great Demon King learn to be mysterious
Di Shifang held her injured finger in his mouth and did not spit it out until the wound healed.
The tip of his delicate tongue touched her fingertips, like an electric current, going straight through her heart, making her face flush and her blood boil.
A smile appeared in the corner of his eyes, and Di Shifang explained seriously: "If you want to conquer these two war puppets, you must personally erase the spiritual imprint of the original owner, and then carve your own spiritual imprint. But with your current spiritual power , can't do this yet. So you can first put these two war puppets into your Xumi Mustard. As long as they enter Xumi Mustard, they will fall into a dormant state and will not attack you again. But you have to remember, If you take it out next time, they will still attack you."
"Pfft... why!" Lu Jiuque protested strongly, then wouldn't she always have to be hunted down by the war puppets
"Because this is the order given by the original owner to kill all intruders."
"Then why did you ask me to drip blood on them?" It was a waste of her blood.
"Of course you have to drop blood, because after you drop blood, they will only chase you and kill you alone. Otherwise, once you take them out of the mustard, they will kill anything that is alive. Target. What if they run away and you can never catch them again?"
"What did you say!"
"Didn't you hear clearly?"
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