Jiujiu's pupils shrank, and he was a little incredulous: "This is dead?" ”

"Yes!" Wen Renbai didn't even want to look at the corpse on the ground, and the palpitations just now hadn't passed.

"Shiro, how did you do that?" Jiujiu broke free of the white god's embrace and ran to the corpse of Leng Yantian, observing left and right.

Although Leng Yantian was missing his arm and left hand, his face was still peaceful, not as hideous as before he died, as if he was asleep.

"Drain him of oxygen."

The concise answer made Jiujiu gasp, the great god is the great god, and even the difficult skill of extracting oxygen is not red and his heart is not beating. Although she is a first-order all-system demon sect, she has not yet tried to fight with magic, let alone use space elements to draw oxygen.

In order to make himself invisible, Leng Zhao slowly held his breath and shrank his body into the corner, trying not to occupy a position.

It's a pity that Jiujiu adheres to the creed of "kill them all" when she treats the enemy, so she can't forget who she is, and it is impossible to forget her good father.

"Oh, Daddy, how did you get there?" Jiujiu pretended to be surprised and pointed his finger at the middle-aged man in the corner.

Leng Zhao was shocked by the crisp voice of "innocent", he raised his head with an embarrassed smile, looked at Jiujiu's playful black eyes, and said tremblingly: "Jiujiu, Daddy is resting here." ”

GO TO YOUR GRANDMA'S REST, HE'S NOT HERE TO SAVE HIS LIFE, KAO, CUNNING STINKY GIRL, IT'S A DELIBERATE ATTEMPT TO ELEVATE HIM.

Jiujiu almost didn't laugh, take a break? This excuse is really Nyima's rotten, who will rest and run to the root of the corner, perverted?!

"Has Daddy rested enough?" Jiujiu smiled and narrowed his eyes, and a living smile was born.

Leng Zhao stood up with a dry smile, pretending to be relaxed and patting the dust behind his buttocks. Of course, if it weren't for his trembling hands betraying him.

"Enough rest, enough rest."

Jiujiu smiled inexplicably, she took a few steps forward, wanting to go to Wen Renbai's side, but her feet were lightly tripped under the ground.

She frowned and lowered her head, but found that it was the stump of the cold sky that was hindering her progress, and pursed her lips in disgust, and kicked the stump out mercilessly.

Leng Zhao trembled violently again, as if he was being kicked.

How strong is the heart of a ten-year-old girl who can kick the stump of a dead person without changing her face? Leng Zhao was confused, is this really her daughter?

"Now that you've rested enough, it's time for me to talk to your baby." Jiujiu said as he walked, and as soon as he finished speaking, the road was just finished.

Wen Renbai habitually grabbed Jiujiu's waist, if he didn't hug her, he always felt that something was missing.

And Jiujiu has long been accustomed to the bad problem of the gods treating her as a pillow.

"Talk...... Talk? What to talk about? Leng Zhao unknowingly, a thin cold sweat had appeared on his forehead.

Auntie, hurry up and make a move, even if he dies, let him die happily, but don't die so hard like the ancestors.

"What are you talking about? Let's talk about my father. Jiujiu leaned into the arms of the white god, and his tone was brisk.

Leng Zhao raised his head suddenly, and stared at Jiujiu with a somewhat strange look: "What do I have to talk about?" ”

Is it hard to be a stinky girl......

"Hehehe...... You really don't have much to talk about, but it's not you who is the father in my mouth. Jiujiu said meaningfully while playing with the silver hair of the great god.