The Absolutely Favorite Poison Concubine: Demon Emperor, very arrogant

Chapter 792 Why not be a fool for her?
However, although he doesn't understand the twists and turns of human thinking, he can roughly understand that this woman is probably feeling sorry for herself...

"Don't cry...it doesn't hurt..."

Pale and powerless comfort, facing Ling Jiuyou's tears, Di Qing's heart that has been stagnant for thousands of years, is pulled up!

"Liar! How can it not hurt?" Ling Jiuyou immediately wiped his face and yelled back when he heard the words, "I'm not a three-year-old child, so I won't be fooled!"

"Hmm! You are not three years old. Looking at it now, you are five or six years old..." Di Qing said, frowning.

Ling Jiuyou, "..."

Woo!
Her darling bullied her!

She is obviously distressed...

"Your joke is not funny at all!" Finally, stopping the tears, Ling Jiuyou wiped his face again, holding back tears, and stared at the man in front of him.

"This seat is telling the truth!" Seeing this, Di Qing heaved a long sigh of relief, as long as she stopped crying...

"The truth is, you are a ball, I will work hard to change back!" Ling Jiuyou twitched and pouted, looking at his darling's fingers distressedly, and said, "But your injury, I'm afraid it will take a long time..."

"The weaker this seat, the better! In this way, when the soul gathers, this seat's strength will be greatly reduced, and the damage to you will be less!" Di Qing didn't care at all about this, but comforted him.

As long as the Venerable Wu Qi doesn't get in the way, this little girl who is stubborn and refuses to give up will eventually find the Three Souls for him from the Linglong Secret Realm!

At that time, the weaker he is, the lower the harm will be...

Why doesn't Ling Jiuyou know that her sweetheart is thinking of herself?
I curled my lips and wanted to cry again!

However, thinking of how flustered his darling was just now, Ling Jiuyou held back the pain in his heart, hugged his darling's neck and said, "We are all stupid! Then let us be a happy couple of fools." Already!"

fool?

Such words, when used on Di Qing, are blasphemy!

however……

Di Qing only frowned slightly, then nodded and said, "Okay!"

Be a couple, happy fools!
As long as she's here, as long as she persists... What's the point of being a fool once?
Diqing, willing!

"I'll comb your hair. If you don't sit on the rock, you can sit on the ground for me!" Wiping her face again, Ling Jiuyou struggled to jump down from her darling's arms, holding up the comb and said.

"it is good!"

Among the left and right mother cauldrons, there were only the two of them plus a baby and a chicken, and Di Qing didn't care much about his dignity. Hearing this, he agreed and sat down decisively on the ground!

Even though he was sitting on the ground, Di Qing's back was still as straight as a pine, carrying an inviolable majesty...

His aura is natural, and it didn't take a day to develop it. Ling Jiuyou got used to it after seeing a lot, walked around behind Di Qing, held up a comb, and began to wreak havoc on his hair... …

Well, losing a single hair should also be an injury to the soul...

My own heart and liver should also be in pain...

Thinking of the bruised fingertips of his darling, Ling Jiuyou felt distressed, and he was afraid that another hair loss injury would be added...

It doesn't hurt if there are too many injuries, and it doesn't worry if there are too many lice. I hope my sweetheart won't cry!
Comb it!

It’s not over without combing a hair!

Fight for the turtle mount!
Thinking of this, Ling Jiuyou's hair combing action suddenly became simple and rough...

(End of this chapter)