"Ahh-"
The sound made Lu Jiuque's back stiffen. He suddenly remembered something and stepped up to rush over.
Suddenly, a cold and delicate hand held her wrist, and he asked: "Where to go?"
Lu Jiuque's face darkened, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Please let me go."
Di Shifang curled his lips and smiled, his voice as cold as ice: "Is that how you like it?"
Lu Jiuque was stunned.
like
Nonsense, of course I like it, why can I be so nervous if I don’t like it!
Seeing that Yin Mandrill's body was about to twist into a knot, Lu Jiuque became anxious: "Yes, I like it, I like it very much, it is very important to me, please let me go!"
When Di Shifang heard these words, his heart seemed to be stabbed by something, and he blurted out: "Don't like it!"
This voice was extremely cold, containing so much violence that even the silver dragon was so frightened that he ran away without a trace.
Lu Jiuque was stunned. Damn it, is this big devil sick? !
She vigorously shook off Di Shifang's hand and prepared to run towards Yin Mandrill again, but was so frightened that she stopped in her tracks.
Because the entire chest of Yin Mandrill has sunken... The completely deformed and weird posture is like a piece of paper that has been crumpled into a ball!
"Damn it!" Lu Jiuque cursed, and moved his feet in front of Yin Mandrill, his hands tremblingly searching for something on its body.
No!
Why not!
How could there not be...
Di Shifang walked up behind her, pulled her away, and said quietly: "You see, this is what happens if you like it. Don't you like its chest muscles? Then I will crush it. Don't you like it? Its chest hair? How about I let it turn into floating dust?"
Lu Jiuque lost contact with the last silver needle, and his mind became hot and he panicked completely.
She turned around and slapped Di Shifang's hand hard, and started roaring with anxiety.
"Di Shifang, you are so sick! What nonsense are your chest muscles 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 had no time to pay attention to him, pushed him hard, and kept searching for Yin Mandrill again.
She frowned, her eyes were very anxious, and she murmured to herself.
"Why not?! Jiujiu! Jiujiu!"
"Damn it, Jiujiu!"
"Nine-nine!"
…
Listening to her calls, Di Shifang slowly looked away.
Ninety-nine…
Well, it should be the name of her ninety-ninth silver needle.
It turns out that the "like" she meant was Silver Needle, not this ugly monster with chest muscles and chest hair.
Well, that’s fine if it’s not.
How could my little servant have such bad taste
There was no trace of embarrassment on Di Shifang's immortal face, and he still looked exquisite and calm.
It was as if the person who had made a big mistake just now was not him.
But if you look carefully, you will find a blush on the tips of his delicate ears.
The blush was looming under the cover of silver hair, and she really couldn't stop talking.
The resolution of the "misunderstanding" also gave Yin Mandrill a chance to breathe.
Its eyes rolled around, feeling extremely lucky and helpless.
Tsk, tsk, it turns out that this young master was so harsh on it because he was jealous of its beauty!
Look at how nervous this rich second generation in the world is about it, his face is about to cry!
Hahaha, humph, being beautiful is indeed a fault...