"Lord Wang, Lehufa seeks advice."

A little demon ran in and bowed his head and made an obituary.

Yueyue sat up lazily: "Let him in!"

With a wave of his hand, the eight dancing witches retreated silently.

Lechi fluttered in.

Looking at the light purple and dark purple in the room, he rubbed his forehead slightly.

"That—King, can you change individual colors? Purple isn't you tired every day?"

Yue Wuzhen glanced at him obliquely: "Le Chi, you didn't come here to blame me for your taste?"

Lechi smiled bitterly: "Of course not. I came here to tell you a bad news."

Yue Wuyi raised his eyebrows, "What news?"

Lechi looked at him and sighed, "All back! Nothing left."

what?

Yue Wuzhen frowned slightly and looked at him improperly: "You asked them to say it was me?"

Lechi spread his hand: "How dare I? I topped this name myself. But people didn't appreciate it! Not only was the food eaten back, but others were also returned! Even Xi'er's girl was kicked out It's up! "

Yue Wuzhang was a little stiff, her eyebrows stained with a thin layer of anger.

The wine glass in his hand smashed and smashed.

"What does she want to do ?!"

"What do you want? I don't want your affection. King, do you still care about her?"

There was a flash of worry in Lechi's eyes.

Yue Wuyi snorted: "Where does the king care about her? If it was not for Babe, I would have killed her already!"

Lechi sighed: "Why did the king send someone to provide her with supplements? There were four more maids, and the subordinates remember that even the master of Sakura-gun was just two close maids?"

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