The delicate lips bloom like roses, the scorching breath flows, and there is a faint fragrance hidden between the young man's lips and teeth.

Thin as a cicada's wings, Luo Jia's breath was unstable, and her brown pupils flashed with ever-changing.

The soft touch spreads all over the limbs, and the whole body is weak and can only be done by the person on the body.

The curly feathers collide together, intertwining a soft arc.

Su Duyan held Luo Jia's cheek, exchanged warm breath, and took a big gulp to absorb the hope in his heart.

"Hmm."

The voice was low, making a comfortable sound, and with a pain in his chest, Su Duyan's pupils shrank, and he suddenly woke up, and the fishtail drew a graceful arc.

He leaned to the side and fell to the side, his back to Luo Jia and his hands covered his chest.

WTF！ [What's going on?] As if in disbelief, he touched his shriveled chest, and only two colorful shells covered it.

[My boobs-]

[Well, it's probably because the fruit eaten by the host is not ripe, so it recovered early.] 】

Mo Erbao flipped through the treasure book in front of him, with a puzzled face.

The messenger above said that someone would be sent to test his work, but in the final analysis, it was just a matter of installing a supporting role to make it more difficult in his plane.

But he still hasn't found out who it is.

[*****It's best to confess to me, what other crooked melons and cracked dates!] ］

No wonder he suddenly felt a pain in his chest just now.

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Losing gravity on her body, Luo Jia's curly crow feathers shook slightly, her brown eyes were puzzled, and then she turned to look at the person beside her.

A black and bright hair was scattered, faintly outlining the outline, and the ice-blue fishtail swayed gently, and the scales seemed to be dyed with streamers, which was full of color.

Gently moved over, and the white warm fingers gently grasped the coldness of the waist.

[If you-]

The words that he just wanted to criticize Mo Erbao came to an abrupt end, and there was a burst of warmth in his hand.

"Lucia?" Luo Jia looked cautious, just now, Lucia made him very comfortable. "Father will come and save us."

Biting her teeth, Jieyu trembled slightly, holding the cold hand trembling slightly, was Lucia afraid?

In fact, he knew that it was a sea mussel, but he just didn't want Lucia to be afraid.

"Does Lucia want to go to land?" Luo Jia looked at the back and moved slightly, until the figures of the two were very close, and Luo Jia's breath could be on Su Duyan's back.

Silly boy paper, how can a mermaid go ashore! He has no legs!

"The daylight from the top of Cleo Hill is beautiful, and you can see Lucia's home."

So what an innocent third uncle did he meet?!

"Would Lucia want to go home with Loja?"

Luo Jia's pupils were full of anticipation, the bright light was full of warmth, and Luo Jia's other hand was nervously grasping the hem of her clothes.

"Loria likes Lucia." Something flashed in her eyes, Luo Jia's face was slightly ruddy, and she always felt that they were unusually familiar.

I don't know what Lucia used to make herself move freely in the sea.

"I like to be with Lucia, I like Lucia to ...... Loja"

After thinking about it, it seems that what I am holding in my hand is such a hand with magical powers.

A sucker! Do you have a wit in your head! Su Duyan complained in her heart, then why did you marry the princess?!

Just wanted to speak, but his voice was hoarse and he couldn't make a sound, and his body trembled slightly.

what？ What's swollen? Reaching out and pinching his throat, he opened his mouth, but his voice was drowned out.

"Lucia." Sensing that something was wrong with the person in front of him, Luo Jia opened his mouth and called out, stretching out his hand to correct his figure.

"Hmm-"

There was a pain in his back, and in an instant, before he could touch Su Duyan, he was pushed out.

Su Duyan withdrew his hand, pain flashing in his ice-blue eyes.

Damn the Kraken! Do you want them to be martyred? It actually made his voice hoarse!

Reaching out and slowly pulling off the conch around his neck, the father said that the conch can only be blown at a critical moment, but once the conch is blown, the curse will follow.

The ice blue eyes looked at Luo Jia not far away, and her mood changed a lot.

Raising his hand and slowly bringing the conch close to his lips, his cheeks bulging, and a pleasant sound spread.

The sea mussels shook, and the whole space crumbled.