Lu Jiuque was stunned by this voice, isn't this the one who imitated her just now, the weird voice?

Wait a minute......

Emperor Shifang, this hateful guy, was staring at himself as if he was going to eat people, and his mouth never opened, who was the person who spoke?

Suddenly thinking of something, Lu Jiuque's eyes widened: "What you said just now wasn't what you said?" ”

Seeing that she was no longer angry, Emperor Shifang was slightly stunned, his mood eased, but his voice was still cold: "What words?" ”

"Wait, you really weren't the one who kept repeating my words just now?"

"When will I repeat your words?"

"You didn't even hear the man's voice?"

"Nope."

Lu Jiuque got such a categorical answer, and he was also confused.

"Who is the one who speaks? Why is it coming out of you"

"How do I know?"

"Strange ......"

Lu Jiuque wrinkled his nose, stood on tiptoe and approached him, looking at the source of Fang Cai's voice.

She remembered that the voice was coming from his chest.

Emperor Shifang's expression was indifferent, but as Lu Jiuque got closer a little bit, he gently looked away and looked into the distance as if no one was there.

If you look closely, you can find that Emperor Shifang's body is constantly tense.

Even the sound of the heartbeat is more distinct than the next.

His long eyelashes quivered, 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 rang out again, and it happened to cover the sound of his heartbeat.

"Strange ......"

Lu Jiuque's eyes lit up, and without saying a word, the demon grabbed at the strange voice, and shouted: "Look what kind of moth you are!" ”

Her claws landed on Emperor Shifang's chest without hesitation, constantly swimming, as if she wanted to touch the pectoral muscles of other young people.

Meng Lang's actions in this way made Emperor Shifang stunned, and he stared at the female pervert with wide eyes.

It's just that Lu Jiuque didn't notice it yet, so he simply ripped open the placket of Emperor Shifang's clothes, and his dirty little hand reached in like this......

That wolf-like posture!

That shameless action!

That fierce and vicious appearance!

The Yin Xiao on the side was dumbfounded, and even the silver dragon hiding in the shadows dropped his jaw in shock.

it!

Could this be the legendary Chest Dragon Claw Hand?!

Lu Jiu didn't even praise Yin Xiao's beautiful chest muscles, and he didn't let go of such a young boy (master)?!

Suddenly caught something, Lu Jiuque raised his eyebrows and laughed: "I won't catch you yet!" "Hey, wait, what did she touch, why was it so silky?

The excellent touch made Lu Jiuque couldn't help but squint, and he couldn't help but rub his eyes on that thing.

Tsk, this delicate, clotted jade is nothing more than that, right?

Hey, what is this, a little hard one.

Lu Jiuque was so obscene that he poked at the small one, but he was held fiercely by a hand and pushed away.

Lu Jiu stumbled and almost fell, raised his head and roared: "Emperor Shifang, you have ......" The last word "disease" was stuck in her throat.

But when he saw the young man in front of him, his sword eyebrows were frowned, his thin lips were bitten, and his cheeks were dizzy.

That beauty, if the neon glow is lightly dyed, the mist is slow.

In particular, the sparkle in the young man's silver eyes, although it was anger, was even more amazing.

The rippling ripples, leisurely, slowly, and again, seemed to ripple into her heart......

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