The Absolutely Favorite Poison Concubine: Demon Emperor, very arrogant

Chapter 422 Diqing, I Don't Pain!
As arrogant as an emperor, as powerful as an emperor, I am afraid that in this life, I have never condescended to bend my knees, and act cautiously...

No matter how thick Ling Jiuyou is and how much she deceives herself, at this moment, she understands that she really wants to go wrong!
On her back and her legs, there were more or less spiritual scratches. It turned out that the reason why Di Qing asked her to take off her clothes was because of this...

Looking at Di Qing beside him, who was covered in cold air, Ling Jiuyou finally put his thoughts away...

In her previous life, she was an orphan. She lived on the streets like a beggar. own strength...

She hates the feeling of hunger, she likes to eat, because she used to have three meals...

She always entertains herself and wants to live recklessly, because she knows that in this world, she is alone...

However, the man in front of him was different...

He is lofty, he is ignorant of worldly affairs, and his strength is overwhelming...

However, for his own sake, he did not hesitate to injure himself, cut off a finger, and let the three spirit bones in her body grow back.

When he was with her, when she was most lonely, he was by her side, giving her a generous chest to cuddle...

He promised her that she would live up to the Tathagata and not to miss Qing...

"Di Qing..." No longer calling out his nickname in a naughty manner, Ling Jiuyou clenched his hand on the stone, "I don't hurt..."

At the risk of being noticed by the superior, she suddenly brought herself back to the mother cauldron, her Emperor Qing, now squatting beside her, her whole body is icy cold...

Yes, do you feel sorry for her?
This feeling of being loved and cared for by others really makes people's noses sore, and their eyes can't help but want to cry...

"Doesn't it hurt? The mortal body, hurt like this, doesn't it hurt? Who do you think you are? Are you a god?" Di Qing immediately raised his head when he heard the words, pulled his hand on his trouser leg, and scraped the scar on Ling Jiuyou's leg punitively ...

"Aw! It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!" Seeing this, Ling Jiuyou wailed immediately.

pain!
How can it not hurt?

She is lazy by nature, has a bad nose and is hypocritical, and she is most afraid of pain!
Otherwise, she wouldn't have found a place to hide and take the medicine!
"Hmph!" Seeing this, Di Qing snorted coldly, and continued to pull up his trouser legs, but more cautiously...

Seeing this, Ling Jiuyou felt as if his heart had been shaken severely, and his whole body trembled...

In her previous life, she had seen a man squatting down to tie a woman's shoelace on the street. At that time, what was she thinking?

Hypocritical!

At that time, she probably had a sour grape mentality!
Because, she doesn't have such a man!
No man can walk into her heart, and she will not give a man the chance to do so...

However, the Emperor Qing in front of him...

"Di Qing, if you are like this, I will really fall in love with you. Falling in love with you seems to be a very tiring thing..." Frowning, Ling Jiuyou was more serious than ever.

"Not tired!" Hearing this, Di Qing threw down these two words without raising his head.

"Nonsense! How can you not be tired? You are so powerful. If I want to be worthy of you, I will become very powerful. Do you know how hard it is to cultivate? Do you know how tiring it is to become stronger?" Ling Jiuyou heard Yan, pouted, said with an unhappy face.

Di Qing, who had rolled up his trouser legs, raised his head when he heard the words, his eyes were as deep as the sea of ​​stars, shining with light, "So, you want to become stronger for the sake of this seat? To be worthy of this seat?"

(End of this chapter)