Sick Master Fu's little flirtatious tits are fierce and sweet

Wen Xiaorou hugged the strawberry cake and stood in the alley, with big eyes full of water, curiously looking at the man blocking her way.

The man was dressed in black, with a tall and straight figure, and a clown mask with green faces and fangs, which completely covered his entire face.

Mysterious Thriller...

The girl's eyes were clear and pure, and she looked the man up and down: "Wearing all black in summer, aren't you hot?"

The clown man laughed out loud, a sound that seemed human and machine-like came out of his throat.

Weird and ugly...

Like sent from hell.

Wen Xiaorou frowned, wanting to leave this place quickly.

The clown stretched out his arm, blocking the girl's way.

Wen Xiaorou looked up at the man: "If you don't want to die, get out of the way."

The girl changed from her usual docileness, her clear eyes were perverse and ferocious, and her grandma's baby voice was fierce.

The clown laughed again, as if he thought the girl was very interesting.

He kept his arms propped against the wall, without any intention of taking them back.

Wen Xiaorou's wet deer eyes were wide open, looking milky and fierce: "Don't mess with me, I will be rude to you!"

The clown laughed again, full of fun, grinning, showing a cheap expression.

She looked forward to how the girl would be rude.

Wen Xiaorou: Provocative...

This is blatant provocation.

The girl walked aside, carefully placed the strawberry cake on the ground, and stood a step away from the man.

"The wind is coming!"

She raised her soft and tender face, raised her finger to the sky, and her sweet voice was full of majesty.

A dragon-like tornado whizzed towards it, making an explosion-like sound, barely stopping at the girl's fingertips.

The hurricane howled like a dragon, turning into a girl with a sharp weapon against ten thousand enemies.

The smile in the clown's dark eyes turned into coldness, full of surprise.

From the moment he got close to the girl, he could feel the supernatural aura lingering around her.

But he still underestimated the girl's ability.

Since ancient times, only one person can control the wind and rain.

But the man was obviously dead.

The clown pulled out a long whip from his waist, and the long whip was surrounded by lightning, making rumbling electric shocks from time to time.

He flicked his long whip, and the surrounding air sizzled.

"Today, I want to see what your skills are."

A tornado with a wind speed higher than 200 meters per second stopped between Wen Xiaorou's fingers, and she lightly threw it upwards, and the mass of murderous weapon bounced in her hand.

like playing...

The clown man brandished his long whip and charged at the girl with a force of wind.

Wen Xiaorou smiled lightly, with an innocent look on her face.

"It's really a tiger in Pingyang being bullied by a dog."

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

"Even a low-class dog like you dares to bully me."

The clown's face was full of ferocity, and his gloomy eyes were full of fierceness.

"What a big breath."

"court death……"

He hit the girl's delicate face with a long whip.

Wen Xiaorou pursed the corners of her lips slightly, playing with the tornado on her fingertips like throwing marbles.

He didn't pay attention to the man's vicious moves at all.

Long whip falls...

It was about to hit the girl's pink face, but it was bounced away abruptly by a powerful colorful barrier.

The girl was standing inside the barrier, still playing with the tornado slowly.

The clown boy swung his whip a few times, exhausting all his mana, but he couldn't even break the girl's barrier.

The girl was tired from standing, so she simply sat in the barrier, resting her chin on her hands, just like watching a monkey show, watching a man play with a whip.

Dozens of crackling whips were whipped across, and the barrier around the girl was intact.

The clown was panting, panting heavily, not to be outdone.

The girl got tired of looking at it, so she stood up, the white skirt on her body was fluttering with the wind, and the sleeves of the skirt were coated with a layer of soft light, which was holy and pure, so beautiful.

The clown tried his best to break the multicolored barrier, but the girl swipe it lightly with her small hand, and the barrier fell apart and shattered into slag.

Wen Xiaorou flicked the tornado on her fingertips upwards, her movements were playful and cute, and her voice was soft and sweet.

"It's my turn..."

"go to hell……"

"Ugly man..."

The girl threw out the mass of murderous weapon at her fingertips, her movements were gentle and slow, like throwing a ball of cotton.

However, the wind speed of that tornado exceeded 200 meters per second, and its torrential power was comparable to that of an atomic bomb, which could tear a living person into pieces.

The clown boy's ability is obviously not comparable to that of the girl. The few whips he swung were vulnerable and were swallowed up by the tornado.

The clown quickly backed away.

still too late...

The whole person was thrown into the sky by the tornado.

Accompanied by the scream of "ah", the clown was blown out of the sky by the tornado, turned into a black light and disappeared.

Wen Xiaorou clapped her little hands: "It's done..."

She picked up the strawberry cake from the ground and hugged it in her arms. She was in a beautiful mood, humming a song while bouncing and walking out of the alley.

The girl walked out of the alley, looked left and right, shook her little head: "Woo, I'm lost again."

"Hey..."

"I'm so weak."

The girl wrinkled her pink and tender slapped face, not knowing which direction to go.

Just as he was hesitating, a familiar voice came from behind.

"Softly!"

A tall and straight man galloped towards the girl.

The man is extremely handsome, his facial contours are like sculptures, his sword eyebrows are straight, his black eyes are sharp, he looks like a painting.

Holding the strawberry cake in her arms, Wen Xiaorou waved at the man, her pure and clean eyes sparkling.

The girl shouted excitedly: "Husband!"

"husband!"

"Rourou is here."

Fu Hongyun ran fast with her long legs, and rushed to the girl's side like a [-]-meter sprint, wrapped her long arms around her, and hugged the girl tightly in her arms.

The girl had expected the man's movements long ago, and the moment the man approached, she quickly moved the strawberry cake out of her arms.

The pink and tender little arms stretched out, holding the cake firmly.

Fu Hongyun was a little choked up with excitement, trying to keep calm, her deep voice still trembling slightly.

"It's good that people are fine, it's good that people are fine."

Wen Xiaorou patted the man on the back, and comforted him in a sweet voice: "Honey, don't be afraid."

"Be soft and obedient, nothing will happen."

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, my husband is good."

Fu Hongyun restrained the girl's waist, locked her tightly in her arms, and buried her head deeply in the girl's neck.

The girl held the strawberry cake in one hand, and stroked the man's back with the other to smooth his hair.

"Good husband, I'm here."

After hugging for an unknown amount of time, the man finally caught a glimpse of the little arm holding the cake.

He let go of the girl, took the strawberry cake, massaged the girl's arm, and asked distressedly, "Hey, is your arm sore?"

Wen Xiaorou shook her head with a smile: "I was a little sore at first, but my husband stopped being sore after giving me a massage."

Fu Hongyun pinched the girl's smooth and tender face, and picked up a ball of pink soft flesh: "Little thing, you are the only one with a sweet mouth."

The girl winked playfully at the man, licked her cherry pink lips, her voice was milky and sweet.

"Rourou just ate strawberry cake."

"Husband, do you want to have a taste?"