Pick up a monster and carry it home

Chapter 89 Spring is infinitely good! 2
It's nothing if you have a bad brain, we stupid people have stupid blessings;

One day, a certain beauty said to a certain tree demon, "Shu'er, we can go ashore tomorrow."

A certain dryad yearns for it, so go ashore!It feels so good to finally be able to somersault on two legs.

Suddenly, a gust of obscene wind blew by, and the faint fragrance from the beauty's body hit. A dryad who is not good at resisting any beautiful things was drunk and fainted, and suddenly felt pink in front of her eyes.

The moon-white clothes, the lingering water vapor, the misty eyes, the black hair around the ears, added infinite charm,

Unable to resist the temptation, a drop of water secretly rolled down the white chin into the skirt of the clothes,
Shen Shuyao felt a little thirsty, this...don't be so tempting, okay, I don't know if she has no resistance?

"Then... so what, you just took a bath?" a tree demon asked weakly.

"Well... Do you want to take a bath?" If so, he doesn't mind taking a bath with her again. He has never tried taking a bath with her. It should be good if he takes a bath with her.

"You... You take a bath at this time every day?" Determine the time, be ready to peep at any time, the scene of the beauty taking a bath, just thinking about it, nosebleeds, uh... so tempting!

"Well...it's like this every day." If you want to watch, I don't care, if I set up a seat for you next to it, so that you can watch more comfortably, and how about some tea and pastries.

I haven't seen the beauty coming out of the bath yet, so I'm looking forward to it!

Hee hee... I'm sorry.

Pei Fang, who was passing by, understood the sinister smile on the face of a certain tree demon. He knew at a glance that his grandfather was eaten tofu again.

He stared at the Dryad in disgust, and ran away heartbroken.

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Monster version of the small theater:

On a certain day, a certain moon is as bright as a mirror, and the spring breeze is intoxicating.

The unknown dryad who has just cultivated human form has been feeling affectionately towards Yueya: Yueya, Yueya, I will burn two sticks of high incense for you,
Give me a husband!

The tender crescent moon on the tip of the willow tip trembled a few times, and desperately drilled into the clouds.In an instant, I couldn't see my fingers.

(End of this chapter)