Fengjue Tianxia: Poison Doctor Seventh Miss

The little black cat cast a faint glance at its tail, and then cast a bitter glance at Feng Qingyue.His gaze reveals a series of complex emotions such as sadness, despair, innocence, and ashes.

The next moment, the little black cat kicked its legs, its whole body twitched, and it fainted magnificently!

Feng Qingyue looked at the little meat ball in her hand, and blinked her eyes. How come this little thing is still twitching its hind legs after showing a lifeless appearance? That tail is twitching too...

It shouldn't hurt anymore, why is the kitten still like this?However, thinking of the little black cat's tail being broken off at the root, Feng Qingyue felt a creepy numbness all over her body.People still have their fingers connected to their hearts, but for small animals, their tails are even more important.

No matter cats, dogs, or other furry animals with tails, they never like people to touch their tails, let alone pull them. Now that the roots are broken, how distressed it will be! [

Walking to the side of the stunned Lang Shaobai, Feng Qingyue pressed the back of Lang Shaobai's ear, and a male duck roared like a pig being killed, "Wow, it hurts!"

It's not that Feng Qingyue doesn't want to press Lang Shaobai's waist, it's because Lang Shaobai's fat is too thick, and there is really nowhere to start!Although the back of the ear hurts a bit, Feng Qingyue also feels a little pain in the fingers, even if there is a lot of Lang Shaobai's flesh behind the ear.

I don't know why, maybe the days with Feng Qingyue are too leisurely?Therefore, Lang Shaobai is gaining weight at a speed that Feng Qingyue can see, and it is estimated that his weight will soon break through [-] and reach the peak of [-].

The fat all over his body had been fixed for a long time, after Lang Shaobai was finally able to move, he just wanted to let out a roar, but under Feng Qingyue's plain gaze, he closed his big mouth that had been opened without making a sound, pretending to be He closed his mouth as if nothing had happened, and the expression on his face was frozen, but he still made the ghost scream in time.

Facing Lang Shaobai, Feng Qingyue stretched out her other hand that was not holding the cat.

Lang Shaobai looked at Feng Qingyue aggrievedly, shaking his fat body coyly.

Feng Qingyue looked at Lang Shaobai expressionlessly.

Lang Shaobai continued to sway, but he could see a beautiful curve on the corner of Feng Qingyue's mouth with sharp eyes, and after there was white powder on the fingertips, he resolutely pulled out a small pink handkerchief and gave it to Feng Qingyue.

But after giving it, she watched Feng Qingyue continue to wrap around the cat with his most, most, and most beloved pink handkerchief.My heart hurts, woo woo woo, his little handkerchief, so beautiful pink, has been ruined by Seventh Miss several times.

Although he has hundreds of small pink handkerchiefs on his body, the small patterns on each are different. The pattern on this handkerchief is his favorite!

"Distressed?" Feng Qingyue asked softly, seeing Lang Shaobai's fat and trembling face.

"No, how could it be? Miss Seven has as many as she wants! Is one enough? If not enough, there are more." Hearing Feng Qingyue's words, Lang Shaobai smiled flatteringly, and there was a tingle in that ugly male duck voice. The cheap smell, if you put the black tail on the ground behind his buttocks, it will definitely shake up, and at the same time, he also took out a stack of all kinds of Styles and Patterns Small pink handkerchiefs...