The pillow in Yun Chujiu's hand was thrown out, and his sanity was back online.

It's over! Why am I so impulsive! This little white face is not easy to provoke, am I not looking for death?!

Yun Chujiu raised his head, and sure enough, he saw Emperor Beiming looking at him with a gloomy face, the pillow, cough, had been crushed and ashes.

"Black thing, do you want to die?" Di Beiming took a few steps forward, looking at Yun Chujiu with cold eyes.

Yun Chujiu scolded in his heart, this little white face has changed too quickly! It's just fine! I was happy like a stupid fork just now, and now I'm going to be a cold fan again!

This little white face is moody, he won't really kill me, will he? Damn, this is a pillow-induced bloodbath!

Di Beiming took a few more steps forward, and Yun Chujiu felt that the shadow of death was enveloping him, what should he do?

Yun Chujiu's little face suddenly burst into a surprised expression: "Male god, it's really a male god! Great! I thought I was dreaming just now! Male god, seeing you again, I am really fortunate to have three lives, thank my eight ancestors!"

Di Beiming's face softened, and he frowned slightly: "Since you are so happy to see me, why did you hit me with a pillow?"

"I, I ......" Yun Chujiu's eyes rolled, desperately trying to excuse himself.

"Hmph! Duplicity! Since you want to die so much, the deity will fulfill you!" Di Beiming remembered the message from the dark wind before, and he was very angry.

Yun Chujiu jumped off the bed violently, threw himself into Di Beiming's arms, and hugged Di Beiming's waist: "Male god! Actually, actually, in fact, hey, people, people saw that you came over early in the morning, they must have not slept well, and they wanted to hand you the pillow and let you make up for sleep, but they were a little embarrassed, so they threw the pillow to the male god you!"

For a long time, Di Beiming didn't speak, and he didn't make the next move.

Yun Chujiu's little heart was pounding, what does this little white face mean? The enemy doesn't move, I don't move! If the little white face wants to kill me, I can only fight, the little white face's death hole is close at hand, let's make a fuss!

The moment Emperor Beiming was hugged by Yun Chujiu, there was a bang, and his mind was dizzy! What kind of feeling was this? There seemed to be thousands of fireworks blooming in his mind!

I didn't expect the black thing to grow cold, but the body was fragrant and soft! Being held by this black thing was not only not disgusted, but it was a little itchy in my heart!

Di Beiming and Yun Chujiu had their own thoughts at this time, and when they were silently hugging, a person stumbled in outside!

"Honor, Honor, Listen, listen to me, the black girl is not dead, she is not ......"

When Darkwind saw the situation inside the house, he felt that he had taken another big step forward on the road to death!

"Ah......h

"Get out!" Di Beiming waved his sleeves, and the sad dark wind flew out like a kite!

Emperor Beiming took the opportunity to push Yun Chujiu away: "Black thing, who allowed you to hold the deity? Do you want to die?"

Yun Chujiu rolled his eyes in his heart, except for this sentence, you won't change a line?

This thing was slandered in his heart, but there was a shy expression on his face: "Male god, I can't help it, if you think I have defiled your noble body, then you can shoot me to death!"

Emperor Beiming glanced at Yun Chujiu: "Do you really admire the deity?"

Yun Chujiu nodded vigorously like a chicken pecking rice: "Well! Well, it's true! You are the male god in my heart! You are the sun in my heart! You are the source of my life!"