I just want to be a group pet

Chapter 339 Beaten
Say go, let's go.

Pick up the chicken and go.

Don't look back.

Yier, Yier, Yier, Yier, Yier.

That night.

It is suitable for carrying chickens to commit crimes.

On the Jiuqu corridor.

The silvery moonlight shone on Li Aotian's slender body.

He carried the chicken and walked towards Chitose Residence.

With a candle light on in Qiantuiju, Li Aotian jumped over the wall and entered, and then slapped the chicken that had not had time to shed its feathers. The ground where Chitose lives.

Chicken feathers are the worst thing to clean up.

Ah.

Don't you drink chicken soup?

This king will let you drink enough.

'Bang'.

Li Aotian kicked open the sandalwood door.

Under the light red halo, Nine Thousand Years wearing a snow-white tunic was lying comfortably on a bamboo, wood and rattan chair, with colorful things stuck to his face, and when he got closer, he found that those things were flower petals.

It's really frustrating for a big man to put these things on his face!

Looking at Li Aotian who rushed in angrily, Jiu Qiansui couldn't sit still: "Prince Li, do you know that it is very rude to break into other people's bedroom like this!"

"Oh?" Li Aotian smiled instead of anger, lifted the chicken in his hand and shook it back and forth, shaking all the chicken feathers out and spilling them all over the ground.

Nine thousand years old was going crazy, he jumped up from the wicker chair and watched his clean body being ruined like this, his heart was clenched together, and he pressed the petals on his face: "My lord, I am Seat... This seat is fighting with you."

Just as Jiu Qiansui rushed over with his teeth and claws open, Li Aotian, with quick eyes and quick hands, tapped his acupoints.

So, he stood there in the independent standing posture of a golden rooster, with one hand stretched forward and the other thrown backward.

The mouth is still slightly open.

Li Aotian raised the corners of his lips in satisfaction, pulled the rattan chair in front of him, sat down, and looked at him: "Nine thousand years old, today the king specially came to talk to you about the rules."

Nine thousand years old is going to cry, let's talk about ghost rules in the middle of the night.

"First, stay one foot away from the emperor in the future."

"Second, in the future, you should not speak more than five sentences with the emperor."

"Third, in the future, we should not spend more than a cup of tea with the emperor."

"Fourth, don't bother the emperor with various reasons and excuses in the future."

"Fifth, don't call the emperor intimately in the future."

Li Aotian tapped his forehead with his long and slender fingers, and said: "That's all, I hope Nine Thousand Years will keep it firmly in mind."

Jiu Qiansui's eyes were wide open, it was the first time he saw such an unreasonable person.

Li Aotian looked at his embarrassed appearance with satisfaction, then hung the egg in his hand on his arm, patted his shoulder, and sighed: "Nine thousand years old, the night is just right, the moon is perfectly round, nine thousand If Sui is lonely, you might as well chat with it about life."

After finishing speaking, Li Aotian brushed his sleeves and left.

Nine-thousand-year-old ventriloquist: This is the bloody bad luck of my eight lifetimes.

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The next morning.

Wangfu.

Su Jinmo was still asleep on the wicker chair.

Su Peiyun woke up early and wanted to sneak away while Su Jinmo was not paying attention.

She pushed open the door, tiptoed out, and pushed open the door of the palace.

But just after she walked out a few steps, she heard a piercing scream: "Ah, bitch, bitch!"

Accompanied by the ear-piercing cry and the sound of hurried footsteps, a loud slap was slapped on Su Peiyun's face.

(End of this chapter)