Chapter 502: Moro is a Great Drama Spirit (2)

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Chapter 502: Moro is a big drama spirit (2)

"I'm doing pretty good acting now, Lord Morrow, do you need some diplomacy to make you obedient?" Lorenzo held Moro, who was already a little heavy, in both hands, and his face was not good.

Entering the house on the hill, Lorenzo put her on the bed, pulled down the curtain fiercely, and formed an enchantment.

"Let me out, I haven't made a wish yet!" Moro tried to pull the bed curtain but there was no response, and found that she was locked in an enchantment, and as the child grew older, her body's blood power would gradually lose, so she was no different from a human now, and she couldn't break the Lorenzo knot at all.

"Larry? Larry? Are you really angry? Let me out, I haven't made a wish yet! "Moro didn't feel scared until now, and Lorenzo might have really been angry.

But she hadn't thought about giving in so quickly, she slapped the barrier wall and shouted, "Lorenzo? I was wrong? I was really wrong, let me out! You can't abuse me like that! In the end, she relented, but soon found that it was useless for her to be soft, so she began to make some hard ones, "I want to accuse you!" Let me out! You're sabotaging bipartisan diplomacy! I'm going to tear up the contract! You are imprisoning the leader of the Demon Party, and I accuse you of this behavior in the name of Ales......"

Lorenzo's voice came from outside the barrier, cold and unspeakable, "You stay inside and reflect on it, I'll be back in a while." ”

Seeing that Lorenzo was leaving, she didn't know when she would be back, and she didn't want to waste all her good time in bed, "Don't, don't!" I was wrong! Larry, Lord Lorenzo? I was wrong! You can't do that to me! I really know it's wrong, okay? I won't dare next time."

There was no sound outside, and there was silence all around.

"Larry! Are you really gone? ”

"Larry?"

"Lorenzo?!"

Moro screamed several times, but Lorenzo didn't respond, he wouldn't really leave.

Mo Luo's eyes rolled, and he began to scream loudly, "Ah! It hurts, my stomach hurts, it hurts, Larry, where are you? ”

Sure enough, within a second, the curtain was pulled open.

"Where does it hurt? Stomach aches! What's going on? Is it about to give birth! It's not time yet! It hurts so much, huh? Let's go back to Ales. Lorenzo's voice was noticeably quicker.

Mo Luo covered his head with the quilt and let out a burst of laughter inside, and he couldn't help but tremble when he couldn't help but laugh.

"Lie to me again? Is it fun? Lorenzo closed the curtain again, but she grabbed her wrist, and Lorenzo looked back at her, but suddenly his heart relented.

"I was wrong, I was really wrong, you don't dare next time. Spare me, Lord Lorenzo. She bit her lower lip with her little fangs, pitiful.

"I can't forgive, I said you can't lie to me again, I didn't forgive you last time, why do you have to inch in this time?" Lorenzo lifted the quilt on her head, and when she saw that the last barrier was gone, she struggled to pull the quilt over and change it on her head, rubbing her hair messily, and making a muffled voice, "I thought you had forgiven me a long time ago, why is this so, why are you so vindictive, so careful." ”

Lorenzo inserted five fingers of his right hand into her hair, slowly smoothed it back, and straightened her hair for her, "It's all mothers, and they don't grow like children." ”