Chapter 130 Under the Silver Hair, I Still Want to Talk 2

"Ahhhhhh—"

This voice made Lu Jiuque's spine stiff, and suddenly remembered something, and he stepped up to rush over. 』Lie Wen Wang ΩΔ

Suddenly, a cold and delicate hand grabbed her wrist, and he asked, "Where are you going?"

6 Jiu Que's expression darkened, he gritted his teeth and said, "Please let me go."

Di Shifang hooked his lips and smiled, his voice was as cold as ice: "Is that why you like it?"

6 Jiu Que was taken aback.

like?

Nonsense, of course I like it, if I don’t like it, can I be so nervous!

Seeing that Yin Diao's body was about to twist into a twist, Lu Jiuque was also 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!"

The voice was extremely gloomy and tyrannical, and even Yinlong was so frightened that he ran away without a trace.

6 Jiu Que was dumbfounded, what the hell, is this big devil sick? !

She vigorously shook off Di Shifang's hand, and was about to run towards Yin Yao again, but she was so frightened that she stopped in her tracks.

Because Yin Mandrill's entire chest has been sunken... That completely deformed and weird posture is like a piece of paper that has been crumpled by someone!

"Damn it!" Lu Jiuque cursed, and his feet slid a little in front of Yin Yao, his hands trembling on its body, looking for something.

No! ?

why not!

How could there be no...

Di Shifang walked up behind her, pulled her away, and said quietly: "See, this is the end of you liking it. Don't you like its chest muscles? Then I will crush it. Don't you like it? Its chest hair? Is it okay for the young master to turn it into floating dust?"

Lu Jiu lost the connection with the last silver needle, and his head became hot, and he panicked completely.

She turned her head and slapped Di Shifang's hand hard, and roared anxiously.

"Di Shifang, you are so sick! What nonsense chest muscles, chest hair, I'm looking for silver needles! My silver needles!"

Di Shifang's expression froze, and the strength in his hand unconsciously relaxed.

6 Jiu Que didn't have time to pay attention to him at all, so he pushed him hard, and kept looking for Yin Yao again.

She frowned, her eyes were anxious, and she muttered to herself.

"Why not?! Nine Nine! Nine Nine!"

"Damn it, Jiujiu!"

"Nine nine!"

...

Hearing her call, Di Shifang slowly looked away.

Nine nine...

Well, it should be the name of her ninety-ninth silver needle.

It turned out that the "like" she was referring to was Silver Needle, not this ugly pectoral hairy monster.

Well, not good.

How could my little servant have such bad taste?

There was no trace of embarrassment on Di Shifang's exile-like face, and he still had a peerless and calm posture.

As if the person who made a big oolong just now was not him.

But if you look closely, you will find a blush on the tips of his delicate ears.

The blush loomed under the silver cover, and she really wanted to say something.

And the unraveling of "Unraveling the Misunderstanding" also gave Yin Mandrill a chance to breathe.

Its eyes rolled around, feeling extremely lucky and helpless in its heart.

Tsk tsk, it turns out that the little boy hit it hard because he was jealous of its beauty!

Look at how nervous the rich second generation of the universe is about it, this face is about to cry!

Bahaha, hehe, it really is a fault to be beautiful...