Black Belly Summoner: Strong on the Evil Emperor

At this moment, a young man jumped up like a swallow. He had picturesque eyebrows and fair skin. Nalan Zhenyue only needed to look at it to know that it was a girl! ! !

Yes, that's a girl in disguise.

The young girl was good-looking, her eyes were shining, and there was an innate arrogance in her eyes. Just one glance, there was a shocking feeling.

The man who had won five games in a row before was killed by the girl with a few moves. At this time, Nalan Zhenyue felt that the mask beside her was a bit...

Something is wrong.

Something was very wrong, and I could feel a little unnaturalness from his breathing.

Nalan Zhenyue turned her head to look at the mask, but the mask didn't notice.

"Who else dares to come up? I will accompany you to the end!!!" The girl disguised as a man really spoke loudly.

Her gaze scanned the crowd, but finally landed on the mask.

Nalan Zhenyue's eyes suddenly lit up when she saw the girl, and she became extremely happy when she saw the mask's expression suddenly changed.

Nalan Zhenyue glanced at the mask again from the corner of her eye, and the breathing of the mask became even more unnatural.

Fatty noticed it, and narrowed his eyes, "There is adultery, confession will be lenient, resistance will be strict!!!"

Wen Qing rolled her eyes at Fatty.

"You come up!!!" The girl actually just ordered someone like this.

This is not in line with the rules, but there are no rules in the fourth district. They just want to have fun, want to be cool, and want to be decisive.

The mask was indifferent, but the girl was grinding her teeth on it, squinting her eyes, and said threatening words, "If you don't come up, I'll tell everyone the secret that you and I slept together!!!"

"..."

Miss, you already said it, okay?

Nalan Zhenyue was speechless, very speechless, but Fatty and Wen Qing were shocked.

go to bed?

What kind of sleep?

Is it?

The expression behind the mask was very ashamed, and he glared fiercely in the direction of Fatty and Wen Qing, "It's not what you think."

"What's that like?"

mask,"......"

Fatty and Wen Qing had very ambiguous expressions.

The girl shouted again from above: "Don't you want to shirk responsibility?"

The audience under the ring had already seen that she was a girl, and they booed and shouted again and again.

The atmosphere suddenly reached a climax.

The monk clasped his hands together and said slowly, "Amitabha, monk, I also hope to have such an affair."

Wei Zikang chuckled twice.

The expression on the face behind the mask changed, and it felt unnatural no matter what.

For a moment, the mask looked at Nalan Zhenyue, thought for a while and whispered: "She saved me, but our relationship is very simple..."

Nalan Zhenyue patted the shoulder of the mask with one hand, and laughed twice, "I understand, isn't it just sleep? There are many kinds of sleep, there is sleep without doing anything, and there is simple sleep. I understand and I understand."

She joked about the mask.

The mask is silent, not speaking.

Because, Nalan Zhenyue said it, it was better than not saying it.

Nalan Zhenyue suddenly felt a gaze staring at her, no, to be precise, it was staring at her hand, because her hand was placed on the shoulder of the mask.

It's that girl.

Nalan Zhenyue's expression didn't change much, she even looked at the girl with a smile, but the girl said with a somewhat haughty look, "Let go of your hand."

"Do you want to fight? Do you want to fight? Hurry up!"