The Evil Emperor is So Sultry

Maomao, it doesn't seem so naive.

At least, it's the name of the kitten that he is very important and very concerned about. If you don't rule out the head here, there are sentimental factors. Ziqianmo felt that as a 4900 year old super demon, he should not worry too much with an 18-year-old human.

"The hair is the hair."

Ziqianmo scratched his ear with his claws. Just now, the wind was blowing hard, and the hair poked into his ear. It was a little itchy, "you name yourself useless."

Finally, make complaints about Tucao.

Mo Yan nodded: "I admit that."

When I was a child, when I was called cihuamaomao, it always looked like I hated you very much. But in the end, he always jumped on his couch and slept next to him.

Ziqianmo saw that he had a correct attitude and a balanced mind. He turned his eyes inadvertently and fell on his neck. He found that there was a terrible bruise on it.

too bad!

Patronize themselves, forget that he still has self injury!

The color is so deep blue and purple, and the voice is very hoarse. It must have hurt the throat and vocal cord.

This man didn't care for himself at all, as if he didn't care at all, as if he didn't hurt himself at all.

"You come with me."

Ziqianmo stood up and led the way.

There was no magic medicine or elixir around her, because there was no heaven and earth bag at all.

That's the only way to go.

"Where to?"

Mo Yan didn't hesitate, so he followed.

She won't hurt herself.

He has never been more certain than now.

Even if he had hurt her so much and nearly pinched her, she was not angry. Instead, she would not give up.

"Medicine garden."

Ziqianmo turned around and pointed to his neck.

Mo Yan long eyelashes micro movement, deep Phoenix eyes slightly over a touch of warmth, with his eyes to see others, not the same: "this injury, might as well."

"Hum."

With a cold hum, Bai Tuanzi turned his head back and quickened his pace.

What is this injury?

It's serious. Okay.

Unless he's been more seriously injured and used to

Think of here, her whole demon is not very good. I vaguely guess that he has an extraordinary identity, but I don't want to be a bloody foe. Among other things, the devil man who abetted him to strangle small animals, and the cruel "mother" who gave him to the Devil boy / sect are all enemies.

Moreover, she can hear clearly that the devil man is calling Xiao Moyan "little bastard".

There must be articles here.

An hour later, we arrived at the pharmacy. The sky has been dimly bright, the orange sunrise, the first ray of sunlight, the clouds dyed color.

Ziqianmo saw at a glance that her painting is a prison.

There was as like as two peas of a precious herb in her mind, and the same as when she left six days ago, the location of a herb had not changed.

It seems that the prison of painting is a perfect way to isolate the covetous.

At this moment, there are still three students of Xuanwu Academy who are not willing to give up. They are turning around, frowning and thinking about how to break the ban.

"Is there really no way?"

"No way, it will attack us as soon as it gets close!"

"Oh, I really want to get it."

"Why don't we invite elder Master Yu Wuji to come here? He has great accomplishments and many cards. Maybe he can break them. When the time comes, let him take 70% and let's divide the remaining 30%. How about that? "