The e-sports god has fallen again

Chapter 267 Make a mark
Lang Qiao: "..." Damn mentally retarded.

As early as Ji Shaoyi wiped her face with a hot towel, she was completely awake.

But since she was sore now and didn't want to move, she simply let him manipulate her all the time.

After being fed breakfast by Ji Shaoyi like raising a daughter, Lang Qiao squinted his eyes and fell on the bed, like a lazy cat, stretched his short legs and stretched himself.

Ji Shaoyi was so cute that his heart trembled, and he suddenly felt...

The meal last night was light, and I want to do it a million times again.

His eyes darkened, and just as he was about to take some action, he saw Lang Qiao, like a vigilant cat, rolled off the bed after smelling the danger, "I, I, I, I went to training... "

The longer she spends with him, the more Lang Qiao can get the deep meaning behind every look in his eyes, like the one just now that wandered around her body, burning with a little anxiety...

Most likely he wanted to throw a fit.

She runs first as a respect!
Lang Qiao walked to the closet in two or three steps, and was struggling with what to wear today, when he felt his shoulders sink.

Ji Shaoyi, the annoying little goblin, pursued her persistently, wrapped her arms around her waist, put his chin on her shoulder, and began to whisper in her ear, "You're full!" Is it gone?"

Lang Qiao reached out and took out a super cool black printed hoodie from the closet. Hearing this, he nodded without thinking: "Yeah."

"But I'm not full yet..." Ji Shaoyi lightly bit her earlobe, his deep voice was full of laughter, like a fascinated fairy, he tried his best to seduce her and said, "What should I do?" ?”

Lang Qiao was terrified by his bite, and after some calculations with his IQ that had just been online, he cautiously said, "Then...shall I order a takeaway for you?"

As soon as these words came out, the messy hand on her waist stopped instantly.

Lang Qiao felt that he might have stepped on the right point, so he continued, "What do you want to eat? Noodles or noodles? Steamed stuffed buns or deep-fried dough sticks?"

As soon as this question came out, she felt that the people behind her were all stiff.

Could it be that you are already starving?

Just as Lang Qiao was about to turn around to check the situation, he felt his body shake.

In the next second, her feet were suspended in the air...

Ji Shaoyi didn't know which tendon was wrong, he picked her up by the waist, threw her on the bed, and then bullied her and said, "You, can you?"

Lang Qiao: "???"

She was caught off guard by this sudden change of subject, and after a long while, under Ji Shaoyi's wolf-like gaze, she said weakly: "I don't think it's okay..."

"Why?" Ji Shaoyi kissed her forehead, eyes, and lips almost obsessively, like a believer.

Lang Qiao rubbed his head soothingly, his clear eyes were full of fighting spirit: "I'm going to train."

"Only when I surpass the Demon King, can I have the opportunity to stand side by side with you."

What she wanted to bring him was never just physical comfort, but also a spiritual fit.

So she bent the corners of her lips, wrapped her hands around his neck, and kissed his forehead, eyes, and corners of his lips softly all the way, and then said seriously: "I hope that every time you shine brightly in the future, you will stand by your side. It's all about me."

She is not very good at talking about love, and she is not very fond of expressing, but every promise she utters is so sincere that it is moving.

She is like a princess in a devil's coat, only occasionally showing her tenderness in front of her beloved prince.

As soon as Ji Shao bowed his head, he kissed her eyes that were full of autumn water, because his reflection was reflected in them.

There is one and only him.

After being tender for a long time, Ji Shaoyi finally whispered like a coquettish and satisfied child, "Okay."

Then he lowered his head, buried it in Lang Qiao's neck, and took a bite.

The pain caused Lang Qiao to gasp, and the sudden tenderness disappeared in an instant. She raised her hand and slapped him, "What are you doing?"

Ji Shaoyi admired the neat row of small teeth marks on her collarbone with satisfaction, "Leave a mark so that others won't worry about it every day."

Lang Qiao: "..."

It never occurred to her that yesterday, he who complained about the Demon King's behavior of putting things around like a dog pissing and enclosing his territory, would start encircling him today.

She rolled her eyes angrily, and exposed his Zhenxiang behavior without hesitation: "Are you a dog?"

Then she heard...

Ji Shaoyi: "Wow, woof!"

As long as the cult of the wolf king can be eradicated and the banner of wandering will never fall, let alone be a dog, just let him eat shi...

Cough cough, this is really not possible.

And Lang Qiao: "..." Maybe this is because people are shameless and invincible...

Been taught a lesson!
After discussing strawberry cultivation techniques with Ji Guonong Shaoyi overnight, and being bitten by a mad dog before going out, Lang Qiao completely gave up the idea of ​​wearing a hoodie, and silently took out a tall one from the closet. A sweater and a scarf.

After wrapping herself tightly, Lang Qiao seemed to be going to rob the bank, the dog stalked out of the room, followed by the nagging Ji Shaoyi.

"If it is not necessary, you are not allowed to talk to the devil!"

Lang Qiao: "Yeah."

"Even if he takes the initiative to talk to you, you won't answer!"

Lang Qiao: "Yeah."

"If I catch you interacting with him again, the consequences will be very serious!"

Lang Qiao: "Yeah."

"Actually, you weren't listening at all, you just turned on the automatic reply mode to perfuse me?"

Lang Qiao continued to nod: "Yeah."

Ji Shaoyi: "..." I knew it.

The reason why Lang Qiao was so perfunctory was because she had already decided not to talk to the devil, and she also felt that she would not see the devil often.

According to the information she collected, the Demon King's whereabouts have been elusive in the past two years, and he hardly stays in the team.

Some black fans said that he was used to living a rich life, and thought the team's conditions were poor, so he simply moved out and used the base as a hotel.

Some people suspect that his hands have been disabled long ago, and he has been away for recuperation all year round.

The reason why he is at the base now is that Lang Qiao felt that he might have come here specially to suppress her.

As long as she stays silent and ignores his various provocative behaviors, he will soon lose his patience and go back to where he came from.

So, just get through the days.

As for the overwhelming fanfiction on the Internet, at worst, she would ask Gu Congxin to write a bunch of Demon King × Gatlin, Demon King × Wait for Me, Demon King × Zheng Hang, Demon King × Ji Shaoyi...

As long as the writing is fragrant enough, the popularity of the irritable big devil × short-legged little devil will naturally drop.

To beat magic with magic, to beat doujin with doujin!

Full of fighting spirit, Lang Qiao pushed open the door of the training room, and saw...

According to legend, the devil king who haunts the base and treats the base as a hotel has already been sitting in front of the computer, and he is sitting in that pink and tender seat...

I don't know if he suddenly has a girlish heart, or if he is deliberately disgusting someone.

(End of this chapter)