Uncle Huang is so strange.

Liyushu, who was hugging the quilt, looked at the energetic Liaotian in horror.

Could it be dawn?

She poked her head out of her awkward body.

The window paper was dark, and the sky was not bright.

Could it be that Uncle Huang is talking in a dream?

Or is it ...... Possessed by a female ghost?

She was a spirit, holding the quilt in one hand, holding the quilt in the air with the other, and facing him with her palm: "The ghost in the stomach of the emperor, I advise you to put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the ground, don't think about it, I am the true dragon emperor, if you dare to make trouble in my uncle's stomach, I will definitely cut you with a thousand knives." ”

She said that she was angry, and that was called a bull.

almost held a bowl of dog blood and sprayed it on Li Aotian's body.

Li Aotian looked at Li Yushu for a long time.

The two of them are monsters in each other's eyes.

For a long time, he was silent from Aotian, watching him stretch out his arms and legs, playing monkey-like performance.

"Enough trouble?" Suddenly, Li Aotian spoke, his voice was extraordinarily thick in the silent night, and his cheetah-like lazy eyes gently squinted and stared at Li Yushu.

Xiao Yushu couldn't help but yawn, still thunderous: "Uncle Huang? Female ghosts? Who are you now? ”

Just when Xiao Yushu was whining and scumming, he rushed to her in a step that was unprepared from Aotian.

The magnified handsome face really startled Xiao Yushu.

Blinking his eyes, he swallowed his saliva: "Female ghost, are you trying to let me live with you?" ”

"Emperor, take a good look at who Weichen is." Her creamy face seemed to exude infinite attraction, and Li Aotian couldn't help but stretch out his hand and pinched it, so soft and elastic, he pinched it for a while, and said quietly: "If the emperor pretends to be a micro-minister again, the emperor will be sent to the clean room." ”

Bid-room room.

Away from Aotian, you big turnip.

I'm a fake dragon, and now I want to pull my tail off, don't I?

Xiao Yushu naturally couldn't let the chat succeed.

"Uncle Huang, I'm asleep." He turned around from Yushu's eyes like black beans, and looked worried, and circled: "Where is this?" My dormitory? Or the Golden Luang Palace? If nothing happens, retreat. ”

As he spoke, Xiao Yushu yawned, covered his crotch and lay down.

She was lying on her stomach like a king.

So, before she was lying down, she picked her up again and asked her to 'be in the wrong position, get up and fall asleep'.

She was annoyed: "Uncle Huang, you teach me to sleep." ”

Li Aotian raised his eyelids and said lightly: "The emperor only needs to lie down." ”

Lie flat?

Never.

Why?

That's a very dangerous thing to do.

As long as she is lying down, her chest has to be on it, and she must breathe when she sleeps, and her chest must move when she breathes.

Just move like this.

Bad dishes, all bad dishes.

Aren't the two lumps of flesh on his chest directly exposed to the enemy?

She's not that stupid.

What's wrong with Uncle Huang tonight? It is necessary to adjust the sleeping position.

In order to protect his identity as a fake dragon and to save his little life, Li Yushu decided to go out and roared at Li Aotian: "Uncle Huang, you should declare the imperial doctor, there is a problem with your brain, I sleep comfortably alone, what kind of sleeping position do you want, who looks, ah, I ask you, what is the use of sleeping in such a straight position." ”

looked at her gloomily.

Li Yushu swallowed his saliva, and was obviously weakened by his eyes, and said, "Only the sleeping position of the dead is the most standard." ”