Addicted to a pet: Aifei, don't be naughty

Chapter 204 204. The Young Man in White
"For you have vision." Murong Beichen snorted coldly, couldn't get used to Quan's frivolous third party meddling, wished he could slap his ostentatious face into pieces.

"Little Jiuyue, come here." Quan said to Jiuyue with a frivolous smile, ignoring Murong Beichen directly, it's not worth his time to waste his words on idlers.

"What do you mean?" Murong Beichen was angry, who was looking down on her by contemptuously?

The corners of Jiuyue's mouth twitched, the contempt was too obvious, she glanced at Feng Jingxiang whose expression was obviously not quite right, then looked at the nothingness who was trying to reduce her sense of existence, and sighed in her heart, these children are too determined, It's not that serious at all, okay?

Especially Murong Beichen, it seems that someone is going to grab her man's eyes, so angry, she doubts how much Jun Wuhen has given her to make her protect her like this.

"What's the meaning of this seat, get out of the way." Quan frivolously doesn't have a good impression of children who don't know current affairs. For Murong Beichen, he has more respect in it, and only one point, but disturbing him chasing women, None of them are good people.

"No." Murong Beichen confronted Quan frivolously, and she couldn't understand his arrogant face.

"Little Jiuyue, your people are bullying me." The killing intent flashed in Quan's frivolous eyes, but because Murong Beichen wanted to protect Jiuyue, he suppressed the murderous intent.

Murong Beichen trembled, being startled by his momentum, but he didn't retreat, and stood firmly on the spot, blocking Jiuyue behind him.

"It's such an obvious planting, so frivolous, are you embarrassed?" Jiu Yue grabbed Bei Chen and blocked her behind, "What are you here for? Take back the magic piano?"

Jiuyue narrowed her eyes, and the faint killing intent in her eyes was condensed. If he dared to say it was her, he would kill him immediately.

"How is it possible?" Quan frivolously frowned, how could Xiao Jiuyue have such an idea, does he need to grab the magic piano if he wants it?The magic piano originally belonged to him in the Magic Fairy Valley, and he gave it to Feng Jingxiang to help her find the owner of the magic piano.

But he really didn't expect that the owner of the magic piano was actually Dugu Jiuyue, whom he had been paying attention to.

It really takes no effort to break through the iron shoes and find nowhere.

"Then what are you doing?" Jiuyue asked displeased.Scaring Xiao Beichen like this, in case it leaves a psychological shadow, what should I do? Jing Shu would rather kill someone.

"I just want her to get out of the way, don't you want to ruin me?" Quan frivolously said that you came to ruin me quickly, making Jiuyue pause.

"These four are your bodyguards?" Jiu Yue asked aloud.

Quan frivolously nodded, waiting for her next words.

"Your Moxian son, was it like this before or did it happen later?" Jiuyue waved at Quan frivolously, a little impatient, and really couldn't play happily.

This guy is clearly out of his mind.

The four of them looked at each other in blank dismay, and finally they all looked at Quan frivolously, as if hesitating to speak.

They are also very entangled in their hearts, okay, they have never seen such a villainous son of the devil, the son of the devil in their hearts is a god-like existence, noble and elegant, inviolable, and can stand shoulder to shoulder with the third prince and Bai Jinqian people.

But has the present young master Moxian been dropped by someone?
become such a rogue.

"Still answering Jiuyue's question?" Quan frivolously snorted coldly, very hesitant to the hesitation of the four.

Are you going to rebel?

The four trembled, some dared not look at Quan's frivolous eyes, but looked at Jiuyue, one of them said slowly, "The former son was very elegant and extravagant, and everyone was afraid, but today's son is like a street hooligan. "

After the man finished speaking, he took a quick look at Quan Frivolous. The look in his eyes was not afraid that he would get angry, but a kind of schadenfreude.

(End of this chapter)