Paralyzed...... Palsy...... Finish.

From the big eyes of the jade tree like grapes, she looked at Li Aotian who was standing not far away.

He was dressed in a black robe, and the black jade in his hair shimmered with obsidian darkness.

The handsome face of the knife was full of coldness, as if it was about to freeze people into ice cubes.

From such a distance, you can feel the wind like a knife from Yushu.

"That, nine thousand years old, I'm fine." Li Yushu trembled and retracted his fingers, always feeling that he had done something wrong.

She really couldn't stand the eyes of Aotian.

Who's going to save her?

Jiuchisu-seo always felt that her whole body was trembling, and she thought that she was in pain, so she had to take her fingers out of her mouth: "I don't think you're dirty, but you dislike this seat." ”

Somehow, nine thousand years old is quite rare.

When Fang Cai took his fingers in, he didn't feel dirty at all, almost subconsciously.

But Yushu didn't even say thank you, his eyes looked at a certain place for a moment, and the nine-thousand-year-old gaze followed.

It turned out to be Liaotian.

When did he come.

He doesn't care, though.

Luo Luo generously rolled down the cuffs that were rolled up, the corners of his lips hooked the arc of provocation, and the bewitching peach blossom eyes were full of style: "It turned out to be from the prince, is it a ghost from the prince?" I didn't make a sound when I walked. ”

Meow.

It's really needle-to-wheat.

Li Yushu nervously dodged backwards for a moment.

I wondered if they were going to do it.

So who should she help?

Will it hurt yourself?

It's a question worth pondering.

Should she hide now?

Where should I hide? Under the table? Or under the bed?

What do you use to cover your head?

Huh?

If you don't need a basket, you should have more places to live.

Just when she was thinking wildly, Li Aotian rushed to Li Yushu with an arrow step.

Her neck shrunch.

After waiting for a while, I suddenly felt that there was no danger.

She dared to look at both sides.

On the left is Li Aotian, on the right is nine thousand years old, and in the middle is her.

Huh?

What a strange portrait.

Isn't this like the green dragon on the left, the white tiger on the right, and two hundred and five in the middle.

Meow.

You two can't change your position?

"You don't care what kind of king walks." Li Aotian's voice was cold, and his sharp eyes looked at Jiu Qiansui: "This is the emperor's bedroom, Jiu Qiantian, an outsider, has nothing to do, it's better to come less." ”

"I'm an outsider?" Nine thousand years old snorted coldly: "The prince is an outsider, this seat is the emperor's side." ”

It was a beat away from Yushu's heart, but fortunately he didn't say that he was her pillow person.

Li Aotian seemed dissatisfied with his rhetoric and retorted: "Joke! This king is the emperor's uncle and relative, and for the emperor, 9,000 years old is the real outsider. ”

"You imperial uncle...... " Nine Thousand Years Old wanted to refute, and suddenly squatted on the ground from Yushu.

The two looked at each other suspiciously, then lowered their heads to look at Li Yushu, and asked in unison, "What's wrong with the emperor?" ”

Li Yushusheng stared at the ground without love, and said quietly: "The two of you quarrel and quarrel, but can you not spit on my face." ”

Spraying her face, I'm really afraid that I will have pockmarks on my face.

The two of them were embarrassed for a while, and how did Aotian look at the nine thousand years old, how unpleasant was his voice, with impatience: "It's okay Nine thousand years old, please go back." ”

"The Hand ...... of the Tree"