shock!The tyrant's three-year-old milk group is a Xuanmen boss

Chapter 52 Say You Forgive Me
Situ Ming pointed at the little guy and smiled at Si Qiandu.

"The old man said that little Diji likes you very much, right?"

Si Qiandu's dark peach eyes looked down at the little milk ball holding her.

He pursed his lips, neither shaking off her nor looking very happy.

Yun Youfu is still waiting for the celestial master to reply.

Situ Ming thought, this Si Qiandu was originally prepared as a personal bodyguard for the little Diji, so it would be good to contact her to get in touch with her.

Taking another look at the black collar on Si Qiandu's neck, Situ Ming said meaningfully: "Qiandu, then you can go with the little Diji, remember to ensure the safety of the little Diji, her life is closely related to you connected."

Si Qiandu knew that Situ Ming was threatening him, not to do anything to hurt this little milk dumpling.

After casually holding the little guy, he said lightly: "Got it."
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Yun Youfu borrowed Si Qiandu.

Happily, he led him to the turret in the northeast corner of the palace.

Now Si Qiandu did not reject contact with her.

At least it proved that he was not so angry about sending the little paper man to spy on him.

The little girl thought for a while, then took out a small paper bag from her arms and handed it to Si Qiandu.

"Brother Dudu, I'll eat for you~"

Si Qiandu left Si Tianjian, and the gloom in his eyes was released without any concealment.

He stretched out his hand to Yun Youfu handsomely and viciously.

But in the next second, that hand bypassed the small paper bag in the little guy's hand, and stretched straight towards her neck.

"What's your purpose?"

Yun Youfu was directly lifted up in the air with her neck pinched.

She flusteredly waved her little hands and kicked her little short legs, her little face flushed red.

"Brother Dudu... Let go, let go of the nest."

"Let go... Wo tells you..."

Si Qiandu suddenly let go.

Yun Youfu fell heavily on the lawn, coughing violently.

When she managed to slow down, she raised her head and looked at Si Qiandu, only to find that he was half kneeling on the ground at the moment, fingers desperately pulling the black collar around his neck, with an expression like a ferocious beast.

Bright red blood flowed down from his fair neck like a few red threads.

Rendering his whole body more like a bewitching teenager.

Yun Youfu ran up quickly, and tried her best to untie the black leather collar around his neck.

Untying and untying, Yun Youfu found out the clue, let go quickly, and grabbed Si Qiandu's hand: "Brother Qiandu, don't pull it! The rivets inside the leather ring will make you bleed more!"

Si Qiandu was pulled away by her with one hand, while the other hand was still clasping the collar around his neck, even his eyes were stained a bit bloodthirsty red.

"Then you say... say...you forgive me."

Little Naituan pulled him anxiously, and raised her head in a daze when she heard this sentence.

There was still a thin layer of tears in the bright eyes.

"what?!"

"Say it!" Si Qiandu's tone became impatient and fierce again, "Only in this way will the collar stop tightening!"

Yun Youfu finally understood what he meant, she looked at the collar that kept tightening, and quickly shouted: "Wo...Wo forgive you!"

In an instant, the collar around Si Qiandu's neck seemed to have a spirituality.

After a burst of weak light beams, the shrinking collar returned to its original size.

Yun Youfu hurried over to check.

She originally thought that the thing on Si Qiandu's neck was just an ornament of the Tuoba tribe.

Now it looks like a torture tool.

The collar was made of black wolf fur that fit perfectly, with a ring of rivets on it.

When it happened, the collar would be tightened extremely quickly, and the tip of the rivet in that circle would be stuck firmly into Si Qiandu's neck.

(End of this chapter)