The first lazy concubine in the world: tyrant He Qijia

Chapter 127 Entering the painting: chicken legs [22]

Before Qin Zhuiyi and Dizhen were controlled, it didn't look like Ye Qiuyue and others did it. They just took advantage of her and took her to experiment while she couldn't move.

Although Qin Zhuiyi's energy is unstable, she is still difficult to deal with. The opponent uses some method to immobilize her...

If you think about it carefully, this is the biggest doubt.

It is estimated that Ye Qiuyue also thought of this point, and she chased it out to find out, otherwise, how could she, a battle-hardened female Goddess of War, be trapped by such a trick.

The white fox thought for a while, and finally decided to muster up the courage to poke the sleeping Qin Zhuiyi.

At this time, multiple people have multiple strengths, no matter whether he is 20 or 12 years old!
"Wake up, someone is robbing your drumstick!"

"Drumsticks!" Upon hearing these two words, Qin Zhuiyi got up straight, grabbed the white fox by the collar, and shouted, "What are you talking about! Chicken legs? Where are the chicken legs!"

"Schools can be killed, but chicken legs cannot be snatched!"

"Yes, yes, you are right."

This foodie is beyond help.

The white fox took two steps back with a speechless expression, and Qin Zhuiyi followed him.

After this walk, I realized something was wrong.

She was originally on the back of the little chicken, and it was not difficult to grab the white fox's collar at that height, but when she stepped down, she found that her height had shrunk severely, and it was difficult to grab his collar even on tiptoe.

When she thought that she would not be able to pick the sweet fruits from high places in the future, she felt angry, and she retracted her hands irritably and pulled the hair at the back of her head, looking into the distance with a displeased face.

When she looked up, opposite them was a group of people with messy looks.

She pointed her fingers embarrassingly, with a confused expression on her face, "Are these people from the fox clan? Didn't they say that all foxes have beautiful faces? Why do these people look so hungry?"

"What does it mean to have no appetite? Wouldn't you change another type of adjective?"

At first, the white fox was just complaining about her using this method, but when he moved his gaze away, he realized that this guy really has no appetite.

If you don't look carefully, you won't recognize the person on the other side.

The 'human' on the opposite side has gray-black skin, protruding eyes, dark lips, and twisted and ugly lines on his arms. The gray-black skin seems to be breathing, and gray smoke is emitting...

He didn't want to admit at all that the group of 'people' who were full of bumps and holes on the opposite side, he really didn't want to admit that he had been with these people day and night.

The people of the fox clan have gone through untold hardships to become human beings, and that face is what they care about the most, but now they have turned themselves into this appearance for the sake of that illusory fame and fortune.

(End of this chapter)