Ye Juechen chuckled, and the young man's unique magnetic voice exploded in Tang Qiuxue's ears: "Master Xue'er, no matter how many times you ask, Chenchen's answer is not to let go." ”

"In this life, the dust is determined by Master Xue'er."

A trace of palpitations began to vibrate from the atrium from this moment, if Tang Qiuxue before still regarded Ye Juechen as the little guy who had not grown up.

So from this moment, she clearly knew that the little guy who would pester her to hug and look at her aggrievedly to touch the tiger had grown up now.

Growing into a narcissist who blocks at every turn, she has nothing to say, she chokes at every turn, she wants to pump him to death every minute, and she starts narcissistic narcissism at every turn.

Ahem, there seems to be something messing in, the script is off track, and this paragraph is ignored and repeated.

The little guy of the year

has successfully grown into the young man she idealized, with white clothes fluttering, a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his confidence in his gestures.

She could already fully predict how many rotten peach blossoms the night lord dust would attract when they arrived in the world.

Thinking that at that time, many sisters-in-law would stare at him because of his temperament and appearance, all kinds of eyebrows, all kinds of hookups, Tang Qiuxue was a little angry.

Suddenly, when the melons that have been raised for many years are about to ripen, she suddenly kills a person who has been picked by her.

Thinking that the little guy might run away with someone in the future, Tang Qiuxue was angry, and when she was angry, she wanted to pump him when she saw his sassy face, but she had to hold back, after all, she had such a good-looking face, in case she broke it, where would she cry.

I couldn't fight, so I had to twist my eyebrows: "If you don't let go, then don't regret it." ”

Ye Juechen, who suddenly sounded the danger signal, subconsciously hugged Tang Qiuxue's waist, and then the next second, his Xue'er master began to perform a fancy flight for him.

If Ye Juechen had been to the modern world, he would definitely come to such a sentence: roller coaster or something, it is really not something that ordinary people can bear.

I'm so dizzy, I want to vomit.

Where am I and what am I doing?

Ye Juechen, who had experienced a version of the Immortal Cultivation World roller coaster, hugged Tang Qiuxue's waist tightly, for fear that he would be thrown off by Master Xue'er in the next second.

And then fell beyond recognition.

Although his cultivation has been completed, even if he really falls, he will not be unrecognizable.

But who wants to experience the experience of being thrown down?

Compared with Ye Juechen's horror, Tang Qiuxue was having a good time.

Listening to Master Xue'er laughing happily, Ye Juechen silently lit a piece of wax for himself.

really

His master is really the number one man of murder.

Tang Qiuxue, who was getting more and more excited, had no time to take care of the situation behind Ye Juechen.

At this point, the only thought is how to stimulate it.

What 360 degree rotation, somersault, etc., all kinds of tricks can be played for you.

Along the way, she could only hear her screams from time to time due to stimulation, and although Ye Juechen behind her did not close her eyes tightly, she gritted her teeth and did not dare to make a sound.

The soon-to-be-abolished Yejue was loveless and hugged Tang Qiuxue's waist, praying that he would survive safely.

It wasn't until he saw the first city in the world that Tang Qiuxue lowered his speed and began to fly normally.

Because they were afraid of disturbing the people of the city, they made an agreement with the world that they were not allowed to fly within a kilometer of the city.

If a monk is found to be violating the agreement, it will be regarded as a provocation and will be arrested.

So in order not to cause unnecessary trouble, Tang Qiuxue found a place to land, got off the flying magic weapon, and Ye Juechen couldn't bear the discomfort of turning over the river and the sea in his stomach, and stood next to Tang Qiuxue with a pale face.

Looking at Ye Jue Chen, who was pale and very unsightly, Tang Qiuxue bit her lip a little guiltily: "Chenchen, are you okay?" ”

Ye Juechen shook his head and pulled out a smile: "Master Xue'er, I'm fine." ”