Quick Wear: The Host is a Fox

Their Lord Demon Lord can be said to be afraid of being broken when holding it in his hand, afraid of being melted in his mouth, and afraid of losing it in his eyes.

Even if the immortal's fingers were slightly injured, they would all suffer.

And they now hope more.

Shangxian, can you stop making trouble with Lord Mojun!

They served him in front of him every day, trembling with fear, for fear that he was in a bad mood, so they dragged them out and beheaded...

Of course.

Just when the slaves sighed in their hearts.

They suddenly glanced at each other.

Lord Demon Lord, sitting on a high position, seems to be...

laugh... laugh? !

One person rubbed his eyes as if he had seen something that happened once in a century, and secretly stabbed the person beside him with his elbow.

The man looked up and was stunned.

The young man lowered his eyes slightly, and his eyes fell on a page of letter paper.

On the face that originally looked like a god, there was a shallow pear vortex.

The blushing thin lips were gently curved, the dark red eyes lighted up a little, and the coldness around her body had already dissipated.

it looks like...

It's a little soft.

The minions below were completely dumbfounded.

This...is their Demon Lord?

Suddenly, he didn't seem so scary anymore.

And the next second.

The boy's eyes moved away from the stationery and landed on them.

All the servants shivered in unison, and bowed their heads obediently.

They must have just read it wrong!

That look is so scary! Like a sharp blade, it can tear them apart at any time!

Yuan Li burned the letter in a good mood, all the words Bai Zhen said in his mind, "He is very cute at the rest of the time except for being a little **** off."

He got up and walked towards Qing'an Hall.

This time, even forgive her.

If she still thinks about Zhao Ye...

The bottom of Yuan Li's eyes reflected the jumping fire, and it was red and coquettish.

Then close it.

In this way, in her eyes, he is the only one.

**

When Yuan Li carried the food box to see her in Qing'an Hall, the maid told him that she was resting.

Yuan Li glanced at the sky and frowned slightly.

"I remember she went to bed early last night and woke up late. Why did she fall asleep again at this hour?"

Xiaoyue buried her head very low, "I don't know, the servants, Shangxian is more likely to be sleepy these days, maybe the disease has not healed yet."

"Well, let's go down."

Yuan Li entered the room lightly, put the food box aside, and sat down beside the bed.

She slept soundly, and she didn't know what she was dreaming about, her pink-tooted little mouth chirps from time to time, very cute.

Yuan Li brushed the broken hair from her cheek for her, watched it quietly for a long time, and finally couldn't hold back, and dropped a kiss on her smooth forehead.

After kissing, she seemed still not satisfied, and she covered the soft-soft pink-tender lips again, rubbed it for a long time before leaving reluctantly.

The tip of the tongue reminiscent of the sweet taste, the anxiety that haunted my heart for a few days magically disappeared, and my heart suddenly became warm and stable.

Bai Zhen snorted softly.

In the dream, I only felt that my lips were pecked by something, some soft, some itchy and some hot.

She opened her eyes leisurely, and in front of her was a magnified handsome face.

She raised her hand and rubbed her eyes, her tone soft, "Well, why are you here?"

The boy's brows and eyes were soft, "Why can't I come."

With that said, he opened the food box and laid out the dishes one by one, "Come to eat, it's all your favorite."

Bai Zhen stretched her neck and glanced at it, secretly swallowing her saliva, adhering to the principle of maintaining the character, and gave a light "en".