Chapter 133 Lingering and Rubbing 1

Lu Jiuque was taken aback by the voice. Wasn't this the strange voice that imitated her just now?

and many more……

This hateful guy, Di Shifang, was staring at himself as if he was going to eat people, but he never opened his mouth. Who was the one who spoke?

Suddenly thinking of something, Lu Jiuque widened his eyes: "Didn't you say what you said just now?"

Seeing that she was no longer angry, Di Shifang was stunned for a moment, and his mood eased, but his voice was still cold: "What?"

"Wait, it's really not you who kept repeating my words just now?"

"When shall I repeat your words?"

"You didn't even hear that person's voice?"

"No."

When Lu Jiuque got such a definitive answer, he was also a bit stunned.

"Who was that speaking? Why did it come from you?"

"How do I know?"

"Strange……"

Lu Jiuque wrinkled his nose, stood on tiptoe and approached him, following the source of the voice just now.

She remembered that the voice came from his chest.

Di Shifang's expression was indifferent, but as Lu Jiuquan approached a little bit, he gently turned his eyes away and looked into the distance like no one else.

If you look closely, you can see that Di Shifang's body is constantly tightening.

Even the sound of the heartbeat became more distinct every now and then.

His long feathered eyelashes trembled, trying to suppress his chaotic heartbeat.

Because she was so close to him that she could hear his anomalies at any time.

Suddenly, the strange sound rang again, which happened to cover his heartbeat.

"Strange……"

Lu Jiuque's eyes lit up, and without saying a word, Mo Zhu grabbed at the strange voice and shouted, "Look what a moth you are!"

Her paws landed on Di Shifang's chest without hesitation, cruising constantly, as if she wanted to touch the pectoral muscles of other people.

Such Meng Lang's actions made Di Shifang stunned, staring at the female lecher with wide eyes.

It's just that Lu Jiuque didn't notice it yet, so he ripped open Di Shifang's shirt, and put his dirty little hands in like this...

Such a wolf-like attitude!

That shameless move!

That vicious look!

The Yin Man, who was watching from the side, was stunned, and even Yinlong, who was hiding in the dark, dropped his chin in shock.

Holy shit!

Could this be the legendary attacking breast dragon claw hand? !

Just now, Lu Jiuque praised the yin mandrill's beautiful chest muscles, so let's not let such a young boy (the master) be spared? !

Suddenly caught something, Lu Jiuque raised his eyebrows and laughed: "I haven't caught you yet!" Hey, wait, what did she touch, why is it so silky?

Lu Jiuque couldn't help squinting his eyes due to the excellent touch, and rubbed on the thing so much that he didn't want to go back.

Tsk tsk, this is delicate, and the creamy beauty jade is just like that, right?

Hey, what is this, a small hard one.

Lu Jiuque was so obscene that he poked at the small one, but was tightly grasped by one hand and pushed away.

Lu Jiuque stumbled and almost fell, raised his head and roared: "Di Shifang, you have..." The last word "sickness" was stuck in her throat.

But seeing the young man in front of him, his sword brows were knitted together, his thin lips were biting lightly, and his cheeks were dizzy.

That beauty, if Nixia is lightly dyed, the mist slowly swirls around.

Especially the wave in the boy's silver eyes, although it is anger, it is even more amazing.

Those rippling ripples, swaying slowly, slowly, and again and again, as if they were going to ripple into her heart...

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