His anxious and angry voice was like a child who had been robbed of a sugar gourd.

Li Aotian, who was dressed in court clothes, was full of heroism, and his steps were faster than usual, and he rushed in front of them with an arrow step, and his broad and sturdy palm swept away the salty pig hand that the nine thousand years old hooked on Li Yushu's shoulder, his obsidian eyes were full of anger, and he said coldly: "Who allowed you to touch her." ”

Nine thousand years old was taken aback.

A trace of embarrassment floated in the demon's eyes, and he glanced away from Aotian: "Can you manage it?" The relationship between this seat and the small tree tree is good, what's the matter, envy? Still jealous, still hateful. ”

Flutter.

Liyushu wanted to laugh.

There is really a set of methods for a nine-thousand-year-old angry person.

"Don't call her Xiaoshushu in the future." Li Aotian's voice was cold, and his eyes as sharp as knives glared at him with a warning look: "You want to call her the emperor." ”

What the hell is the little tree tree.

It's hard to hear.

The vulgar is dead.

"What if not?" Nine thousand years old deliberately pretended to be majestic in front of Li Yushu, and he wondered why he let Li Aotian have the upper hand.

"Heh......" A piercing chuckle spat out from Li Aotian's sexy thin lips, and he raised his eyebrows: "If not, this king doesn't mind turning you into a real nine thousand years old." ”

"What do you mean?" Nine thousand years old was furious, and he squeaked the joints of his fists: "What? You mean you want to fight? ”

Immature.

Since he is naïve, then the king is even more naïve than he is.

Li Aotian picked up a cloud of mud from the ground and made a gesture to beat him towards the nine thousand years old.

"Mud, dirty, dirty." Nine thousand years old regardless of the image of the stumbling.

He is the kind of person who wants to pinch the weak point and hit it with one hit.

Driven away the nine-thousand-year-old Li Aotian, he grabbed Li Yushu's wrist and walked towards his own dormitory.

"Uncle Huang, what are you doing?" Li Yushu's wrist was pinched, and he thought, Uncle Huang really eats too much kidney, why is his strength so big.

She was dragged to Liaotian's dormitory, closed the door, and the thick door blocked the sunlight outside the palace, and then, Liaotian's strong and slender arm knocked on the door panel, encircling the thin Liyushu.

His hot, heavy, domineering voice sprayed on the tip of her nose.

Li Yushu opened his mouth in horror: "Uncle Huang, you are sick." ”

The habit of broken sleeves can be cured.

"Wechen is indeed sick." Li Aotian's voice was deep, at this moment, he could finally look at her clearly and without scruples, her delicate face, delicate skin without powder, and big watery eyes, no wonder, no wonder he was tempted by her: "This disease...... The emperor came to rule. ”

Let's talk about it.

Before Yushu could refute, her cool and moist lips kissed her so domineeringly, wrapping her petite and soft lips.

The lips without lipstick are so soft, so sweet, and so lovely.

Li Aotian's heart trembled, as if it was overflowing with water, and then it all spilled out.

Yushu was stunned, and his eyes widened as he looked at his imperial uncle who kissed him seriously with his eyes closed.

Crazy crazy, crazy he's crazy.

'Bang'.

Li Yushu waved his cornmeal fist and punched it in the face, and the sullen Li Aotian had no choice but to let go of Li Yushu, and then, Li Yushu made another punch according to his eyes.

Don't look at her small claws, but she has a lot of strength, and she punches him from day to night.