A few simple words made Yun Jiumo's cat pupils shrink slightly.

The man's deep voice fell again: "It's you, asking the deity to be your backer." ”

Yun Jiumo's heart lost its frequency for a moment.

The long and thick eyelashes hit the man's palm.

Like a small feather, scratching his palm.

Evil Qianshu felt a little itchy, staring at the girl's eyes, a little strangely dark.

He withdrew his hand.

When he spoke, his voice seemed to be covered with ice slag: "The deity is a person who keeps his promises, you should believe in the deity." ”

After seeing the light again.

Yun Jiumo was facing the man's deep black eyes, which were as black as ink.

The eyes met for a moment.

Yun Jiumo suddenly laughed, and his long and narrow cat pupils were full of pleasure: "The little brother of the evil monarch is so good to me, aren't you afraid that I will be pampered and arrogant, and bully others?" ”

"Yes." Evil Qianshu replied lightly.

What can be?

Can you be pampered and proud?

Can you bully others?

Little Brother Evil King, is this serious?

"You don't believe in the deity." Evil Qianshu saw her thoughts from the girl's expression.

Yun Jiumo's bright red lips smiled lowly: "Whether I believe it or not, if the little brother of the evil lord wants to do something, I can't resist, can I?" ”

She raised her head, her long and narrow cat pupils were like charms, and when the streamer turned, it seemed to reveal a bit of bewitchment: "So, of course I should believe you." ”

Not to mention......

She and Evil Qianshu are now people tied to a rope.

The birthmark on her face needs to be suppressed with the help of Evil Qianshu.

"What does the little brother want to know? If I had known, I would have known everything, and I would have said everything. Yun Jiu's white fingers gently poked at Evil Qianshu's chest, slowly circling in circles.

"Yun Jiumo."

Evil Qianshu called her name again, and she felt like she was gritting her teeth.

can look at his expression, indifferent and not half of the fluctuation.

He grabbed the girl's messy little hand.

Leaning down slightly.

The man's muscular body presses straight down.

Yun Jiumo instinctively avoided it.

She was sitting on the edge of the bed.

This one goes on.

The waist fell back uncontrollably.

Like ink and green silk, spread out on the bed.

The man's big palm was held in the girl's ear.

Soft green silk covered the back of his hand.

As the girl moved slightly, it was like a small brush, scratching his hand.

He on.

She is down.

Nice bed-pounding position.

When the man leaned down, strands of black hair fell down.

Half-concealed deep and sharp eyes.

But it still couldn't hide his coldness.

"It's not that the deity wants to know something, but ......"

He stretched his fingers, slowly pinched her jaw, and said in a cold voice, word by word: "What do you want to say to the deity." ”

The girl replied that she "should" believe him.

And not "would" believe him.

And the so-called "should" is just based on his strength, which is above her.

She didn't trust him.

Although it is clear that this is the reaction of normal people.

However, when he realized that the girl didn't trust him.

heart, inexplicably feel irritable.

Even with the color of his eyes, they were a little cold.

Yun Jiumo had to admit it.

The evil of this posture.

More dangerous and deadly than ever.

Those indifferent black eyes seemed to look into the depths of her soul and understood everything about her.

Her breath froze slightly.

Under the dark eyes of the evil man.

She couldn't even say half a sentence to change the subject.

Both of them did not say a word.

In the air, there is some cold pressure of low pressure.

It seems to be in an ice cellar, and as time passes, it becomes more and more cold.