Supreme Satyr

Feng Ling pinched her waist and said angrily, "what child? You are a little child. You are still talking nonsense here. How old are you?"

Yunmenglong didn't answer and asked, "what about you?"

"I asked you first?" Feng Ling raised her neck as beautiful as a swan.

"Ladies first." yunmenglong reached out and bent down, looking like a gentleman.

"First come, first served." Feng Ling doesn't like this.

"Catch up from behind." Yunmeng dragon is not warm and warm, and a pair of blue eyes stare at Fengling.

"OK, I'm 20 years old, older than you, right? Call sister to listen." Fengling and yunmenglong looked at each other for a while, and slowly felt a little dizzy. Yunmenglong's eyes attracted Fengling like a vortex. Fengling with a fast heartbeat bowed her head slightly and didn't dare to look at yunmenglong again. But his mouth was unconvinced.

"Yunmou is a thousand years old. It's not too much for you to call me Laolao... Grandpa. But since I worship brother with the tiger, since you are his sister, you can also call me big brother." yunmenglong said seriously.

Feng Ling was stunned because yunmenglong really said it seriously and sincerely. She didn't mean to joke at all. But she couldn't stand it. She began to scold: "don't fucking bullshit here. Be an aunt and a three-year-old child. Can you live a thousand years? You think you're a turtle. You're at most a bastard!"

Yun Menglong was not angry. He said slowly, "Alas, children are really rude now, but I don't care about you when I'm old. In addition, for the sake of my sister, I advise you not to be angry. Women are angry and age quickly. Look at you, you're only 20 years old and look like 30."

Feng Ling's face was red and white, her chest was fluctuating, and something was burning in her eyes. The wind Thunder Tiger has always been no match for Naimei in quarrel. Now, seeing Naimei defeated under yunmenglong, I can't help feeling a little elated. After all, yunmenglong is a man. But it's really painful to hear the two quarrel. The head of the wind Thunder Tiger is big enough. At the moment, I feel that the head is as big as a fight.

What women hate most is being said to be old. What they care most is not beauty, but youth. If you look surprised at a middle-aged woman in her forties and say, "ah? You're forty, but how do you look like you're only twenty-five or six." make sure she's ecstatic. Now yunmenglong deliberately says that Fengling is like thirty. How can she stand it? Not to mention living so big, she hasn't been angry with anyone yet?