Lu Jiuque was stunned by this voice. Wasn't this the one who imitated her just now, with a strange accent
etc…
This hateful guy Di Shifang was staring at me as if he wanted to eat someone, but he didn't even open his mouth. Who was the one speaking
Lu Jiuque's eyes widened when he suddenly thought of something: "Didn't you say what you just said?"
When Di Shifang saw that she was no longer furious, he was slightly startled and his mood softened, but his voice was still cold: "What are you talking about?"
"Wait a minute, the person who kept repeating what I said just now is really not you?"
"When do I repeat what you said?"
"You didn't even hear that person's voice?"
"without."
Lu Jiuque was confused for a while after receiving such a decisive answer.
"Who is that speaker? Why is it coming from you?"
"How do I know?"
"Strange… "
Lu Jiuque wrinkled his nose, stood on tiptoes and approached him, looking towards the source of the sound.
She remembered that the sound came from his chest.
Di Shifang's expression was indifferent, but as Lu Jiuque got closer, he gently looked away and looked into the distance as if there was no one there.
If you look carefully, you can see that Di Shifang's body is constantly tightening.
Even the sound of the heartbeat became more distinct each time.
His long eyelashes trembled, trying to suppress his chaotic heartbeat.
Because she was too close to him, so close that she could hear his abnormality at any time.
Suddenly, the strange sound sounded again, covering his heartbeat.
"Strange… "
Lu Jiuque's eyes lit up, and without saying a word, he grabbed the strange voice and shouted, "Look what kind of moth you are!"
Her claws landed on Di Shifang's chest without hesitation, and kept roving, as if she wanted to touch the young man's chest muscles all over.
Such Meng Lang's actions made Di Shifang completely stunned, and he stared at the female pervert with wide eyes.
But Lu Jiuque didn't notice it yet, so he simply pulled open Di Shifang's clothes and stuck his dirty little hands in like this...
That wolf-like and tiger-like attitude!
Such shameless actions!
That fierce look!
The man standing on the side was stunned, and even the silver dragon hiding in the dark was shocked.
Damn it!
Could this be the legendary chest dragon claw hand? !
Even if Lu Jiuque just praised Yin Mandrill for his beautiful chest muscles, why would he not let such a young boy (the master) off? !
Suddenly catching something, Lu Jiuque raised his eyebrows and laughed: "I haven't caught you before I catch you!" Hey, wait, she touched something, why is it so silky
The excellent touch made Lu Jiuque couldn't help but squint his eyes, and he couldn't help but rub it on the thing again.
Tsk tsk, this delicate thing is nothing more than beautiful jade, right
Hey, what is this? A small hard one.
Lu Jiuque was so obscene that he poked the small one, but was grabbed tightly by a hand and pushed away.
Lu Jiuque stumbled and almost fell, raised his head and roared: "Di Shifang, you have..." The last word "illness" was stuck in her throat.
But when he saw the young man in front of him, his eyebrows were furrowed, his thin lips were biting lightly, and his cheeks were dizzy.
That beauty is as if it is lightly dyed by neon clouds and slowly surrounded by mist.
Especially the sparkle in the young man's silver eyes, although it was filled with anger, was even more stunning.
Those ripples were lingering, slowly and continuously, one after another, as if they were about to ripple into her heart...