As soon as his heart was hot, Xiao Yu still lay on that broad shoulder and nodded in agreement:

"Yu'er promises, I will definitely make myself look good, and then I will come back to see you with the first one, Lord Wang."

took his own face as white as jade, and rubbed Xiao Yu's yellow face hard, and the prince of Nangong said a little uncalmly:

"My family's Yu'er has always been the most powerful. Okay, the hour is not early, and this king is not always dragging you, hurry up, Yu'er. Remember, this king has always been very optimistic about you, so don't let this king down! ”

Hmm, do you think it's not optimistic in private, does it have anything to do with Yu'er's strength? No matter what, the final outcome will actually be about the same.

Even if you don't say so, and you don't have so much encouragement, Yu'er will try not to let herself lose.

In the arms firmly controlled by the prince of Nangong, Xiao Yu raised his head with some difficulty, trying to make his smile more real and natural:

"Uh, Lord Wang, Yu'er's breakfast was already very full, and your waist was about to break when you strangled her. Lord, can you let it go? ”

When the prince of Nangong heard this, he was full of reluctance and reluctantly let go of his hand.

With a beautiful thin lip, he lowered his head, as if he was about to say something again. Xiao Yu saw the opportunity, and hurriedly ran out with a smoke:

"Lord Wang, what you want to say, Yu'er knows everything. Let's not talk about it first, see you later, Lord Wang, see you later! ”

slipped out of Tingtaoju in one breath, and Xiao Yu let out a long breath:

Damn, it's just a game in the past, where is there such a meaty life and death bitter drama, it's really unpleasant!

What is it for this, disciplining this prince, who has always been above the top, has suddenly become trivial!

Wow, I can't stand it anymore!

panting and running to the ring, Xiao Yu was relieved a lot:

Fortunately, although I delayed the broken mouth for some hours, but, in the final analysis, I still rushed over in time, and the official game didn't seem to start, and I was finally not late.

Seeing that there were still a few empty seats left on the side of the ring, Xiao Yuyi lowered his head, quickly found a seat, and sat down comfortably.

Sitting there alone, Xiao Yu suddenly remembered Feng Tao again.

That black-faced guy must still be in that small room at this moment, tossing and moaning for those new wounds, right?

I don't know if the pill given by Ah Tong yesterday is effective, and whether it can relieve him a little bit.

It's just that, thinking about the look of many fans next to his seat some time ago, Xiao Yu was a little gloomy.

This guy usually treats people and things much better than he doesn't know how much. So there is always no shortage of friends around him.

That's why there are always so many fans who have been following.

He is not like himself, he has been a dead house for several lifetimes, and on weekdays, even friends who can speak can be counted, and there are only a few.

It's just a pity that in the end, when it was critical, it was inevitable that he would end up lonely, and in the end he was saved by his own dead house begging for help.