Chapter 566 If You Want to Make a Fool of Yourself, Just Start!

? Emperor Shifang was about to collapse, but a certain little girl was still confused.

His face suddenly sank, and he also stretched out his hand, wiping it on her lips, as if to wipe away this charm, and even more like to wipe away the desire in his heart...

Lu Jiuque was stunned, the rough feeling made her sigh softly.

"It hurts... you stop..."

Di Shifang really stopped now, he really couldn't take it anymore.

He has lived for so many years, and after so many disasters, he has never been so overwhelmed.

She was really sent by God to punish him!

Di Shifang slowly sank his body, the slender body of the young man covered the petite person, he hugged her tightly, and the strength seemed to melt her into his own blood...

"Jiu'er... Jiu'er... What do you want me to do with you?"

Lu Jiuque opened his head with difficulty, and whispered, "What's the matter with you... Have you taken out the soul of Yinlong?"

When her voice fell into his ears, the restlessness and heat slowly faded away, replaced by an indescribable softness and sweetness.

He straightened up slightly and stared at her with burning eyes: "You... let me take my soul?"

Lu Jiuque was embarrassed by him for a while, and his face turned pink.

She bit her lip and nodded slightly.

Di Shifang looked at her small movements, his eyes sank again, he rubbed her lips with his thumb, and said softly: "Idiot... You are really an idiot..."

Lu Jiuque was angry. In order to make him feel better, she gave it up. He also called her an idiot?

His slightly heroic brows furrowed, Lu Jiuque thumped his chest, and gritted his teeth: "Who the hell is an idiot! If I can help you, why do you ask me if I'm willing to do it? Don't you know yourself Is the situation..."

In the end, Lu Jiuque's nose was a little sour and astringent, and her eyes were covered with a layer of water mist.

She is really scared...

lose him.

Emperor Shifang was helpless,

Is it wrong to say that taking care of her feels?

Gently placed a kiss on her forehead and comforted her: "But you clearly said..."

Lu Jiuque went over with a knife and gritted his teeth: "Di Shifang! Compared to yours, my feelings are not important at all!"

Lu Jiuque said this sentence almost without thinking.

It seems that it has long been in her heart, taking root and sprouting, precipitating and tempering, and turning back and forth a thousand times.

It's just that as soon as she finished speaking, the two of them were stunned. The atmosphere in the cave was ambiguous and embarrassing. Qiongxue, who was peeking in the dragon pattern world, couldn't help covering her eyes.

Shit, what kind of shit is this?

And the silver needle Jiujiu in Lu Jiuque's body keeps cheering for Emperor Shifang!

Go!

Lord God!

Go!

Attack!

It's just that the two of them stared wide-eyed in astonishment, and the other's face seemed to be congested with blood, burning a little bit, and there was no further action...

Jiujiu was really angry at this time.

Until the end, Lu Jiuque simply broke the jar and roared, "What are you doing! Hurry up!"

In her strong roar, there was even a little trembling, making his heart soft.

She shivered with her little hands, grabbed his shirt once again, and ripped him off, her white teeth bit his lips as if venting her anger.

Damn it, why did he watch her make a fool of himself with a calm face?

If you want to make a fool of yourself, let's go together!

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