Snake King begging Ji

Chapter 73 Be His Pet (1)

Unexpectedly, he would answer himself so honestly, Panpan lowered his head and clarified his previous thoughts.

Yes, he just treats himself as a toy, or to put it nicely, a pet that can bring him fun.In fact, what the sisters said is right, he just has no interest in beauties, otherwise, what kind of peerless beauty can he not find?How could he fall in love with her?

He said that because his life was so boring, he wanted to put an ordinary and ugly her by his side, perhaps indirectly, to bring out his unrivaled beauty and handsomeness.

In the end, I am also a clown, and marrying him is just a common name. In fact, to be more precise, it should be that he bought her, and he will be her master in the future, and she will obey him. From then on, the task of remembering one's own existence is to keep making a fool of yourself, like going through a dog hole, like throwing a muddy mouth in public, right, that's how to please him.

Stretching out his hand to wipe away the tears that were about to well up from the corners of his eyes, Panpan mumbled and said, "Then if one day I make you feel annoying, or one day you find someone more interesting than me, can I just leave?"

Yushe was a little surprised. He looked at her injured expression playfully, and suddenly flew out of the pavilion, stopped on a big tree next to the pavilion, and leaned lazily on the trunk.

The wind and snow were raging outside, and the north wind carried snowflakes like goose feathers that fell on his body, faintly like jade.

He took out a jug of wine from his arms, put it to his mouth and took a sip, "You've always been so optimistic? Don't you think about it, if the end of being rejected by me is to be sold to a brothel, or to 50 If you are a 18-year-old concubine, will you actively try to find a way to stay by my side?"

There was a dangerous light blue flame in his eyes. Although he repeatedly warned himself not to get angry, he couldn't help but feel angry when he thought of this girl looking at him like this.

Was sold to a brothel?Sold to a 50-year-old bad old man as No. 18 concubine?Which is worse than the fool who sold to the mountains?

Or, continue to stay in the time before time travel, and continue to endure endless beatings and endless housework from my father?

(End of this chapter)