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

Hearing Wen Xiaorou's words, the waitress couldn't help rolling her eyes.

I always feel that the girl is bragging.

Ye Mingzhu, worth hundreds of millions, was kicked as a ball, who would believe it.

Even Fu Hongyun, she didn't believe that she could be so arrogant.

Fu Hongyun hugged the girl from behind, wrapped her arms around the girl's waist, and put her head gently in the socket of the girl's neck.

The man's slender fingers picked up a strand of the girl's hair, put it on the tip of his nose, and sniffed.

Tsk, it smells so good.

Everywhere smells...

The man's mind was always on the girl, and he wrapped the girl tightly in his arms.

His beautiful peach eyes were slightly squinted, he didn't even look at the waitress standing aside, his voice was deep and hoarse.

"Wrap this night pearl."

"I want to buy it back and play it as a ball for my baby."

Waitress: "Yes..."

She was respectful on the surface, and started packing with the box, but in fact, she was mad with jealousy.

What's so interesting about that young girl's film!

A woman with a mature charm like her is more flavorful, and she is wild enough to play.

Is President Fu blind?So ignorant!

The waitress looked at the Ye Mingzhu worth hundreds of millions in her hand, feeling aggrieved.

With this luminous pearl, she also works as a waiter for Lao Shizi, eating delicious food and spicy food at home every day.

Thinking of this, the waitress became more and more sour. She stared at Ye Mingzhu who was about to be kicked as a ball, and her eyes shot out.

Grass, she wants it too.

Fu Hongyun buried her head in the girl's neck, turned her head and kissed the girl's little cheek.

Wen Xiaorou shook the man's hand with a delicate voice.

"Husband, don't buy me this kind of stone."

"I have been playing with this kind of stone since I was a child, and I am tired of it."

"Stones under one kilogram like this are all gravel and worthless."

Waitress: Fu Hongyun taped the girl's lips: "Rou Rou, are you sure you don't want it?"

"You don't need to save money for your husband."

"The last thing your husband lacks is money."

Wen Xiaorou kissed the man back, her eyes were clear and serious, she nodded and said: "My husband, it's really unnecessary."

"This kind of stone is good for nothing but lighting and building walls."

"If my husband likes it, when I go back to my hometown, I will pull a truck back for him."

Fu Hongyun laughed hahaha, his girl is so good, and she was thinking of giving him a "stone".

The man put his white hands around the girl's waist, and kissed the girl's lips deeply, with a doting voice.

"Good boy, my husband will give you what you had when you were not out of the cabinet."

"And only a little more."

"This is my husband's wish, Rourou can't refuse."

He snapped his fingers at the waitress, and his voice returned to the coldness of the past: "Take as much as you want, I want all the night pearls here."

"Send it to me and the baby's little home tonight."

Waitress: "Yes..."

Ahhh!She wanted such a husband very, very much.

Fu Hongyun took the girl by the hand, and the girl held a night pearl in her arms. The two of them wandered around the mall leisurely, stopping and going.

The girl's mana and energy are limited, and she gets tired after walking for a long time.

Princess Fu Hongyun hugged the girl and walked to the lounge.

There is a newly opened dessert shop opposite the lounge. There are large ice cream dolls and colorful ribbons at the door.

Wen Xiaorou's eyes were attracted all of a sudden, she dangled her snow-white slender legs, and acted cutely to the man: "Honey, the little glutton in Rourou's stomach wants to eat ice cream."

Fu Hongyun pinched the girl's little nose with a smile, and said in a gentle voice, "My husband will go buy it now."

"Be good, Rou Rou, and wait for me here honestly."

The girl nodded obediently: "Okay..."

There was only one wall between the lounge and the ice cream shop, and Fu Hongyun walked quickly to the ice cream shop.

The girl was sitting in the lounge, with her small face in her hands, her eyes following the man.

The moment the man stepped into the ice cream shop, a black shadow suddenly flashed past.

Wen Xiaorou's pupils suddenly constricted, staring at the black shadow.

A tall man dressed in black and wearing a clown mask appeared again.

When the figure flashed across the lounge, the clown suddenly turned his head, and smiled ferociously at Wen Xiaorou, grinning so hard that it reached his ears.

like a provocation...

Wen Xiaorou's complexion changed suddenly, she shifted shape, and appeared in the corridor in the blink of an eye, chasing after the black shadow.

The clown walked faster and faster, and finally broke into a full run.

Wen Xiaorou followed closely behind, pressing on every step of the way.

The two left the shopping mall, and the clown ran to a dense forest.

The dense forest was backed by the cliff, and there was no way ahead. The clown stopped on the edge of the cliff, with no way to retreat.

He grinned coldly, showing a vicious smile, and had no choice but to turn to face the girl.

Wen Xiaorou crossed her arms with both hands, with a loose expression on her innocent and innocent face.

"You're not dead yet."

"interesting."

The clown grinned with a big mouth covered in red paint and let out a giggle.

"Hello, Wen Xiaorou."

"We meet again."

A surly look flashed across Wen Xiaorou's innocent eyes: "You know me!"

The clown smiled contemptuously: "What? Don't you remember me?"

"my old friend."

Wen Xiaorou pursed her lips and smiled, and approached the clown lazily with her arms folded.

"Friend? How is that possible?"

"I only make friends with good-looking people."

"You are so ugly, it affects my cooking."

The clown snorted coldly, his eyes full of ferocity.

He stretched out his fingers with sharp claws, and made a cutting motion towards the face.

"I'm very curious."

"If Fu Hongyun's handsome face is cut a few times."

"Are you still willing to cling to him?"

Wen Xiaorou's shallow smile condensed on his face, his clear and pure eyes suddenly turned cold, and the pupils were covered with a layer of red.

The girl's soft voice was icy cold to the bone.

"Those who dare to touch me!"

"court death!"

A hurricane gathered in the palm of Wen Xiaorou, the wind was so strong that it uprooted dozens of big trees around, roaring like a giant dragon, roaring towards the clown.

The clown took several steps back, pulled out the Thor's Whip pinned to his waist, and slashed towards the hurricane.

Wen Xiaorou jumped up and sat on a leafy branch, leaning her back on the thick trunk, lazily watching the clown man wrestling with the hurricane.

One stroke, two strokes, three strokes.

KO!

The hurricane was shattered by Thor's Whip.

The clown smiled smugly.

His cultivation is getting better and better.

Those "medicinal materials" are really nourishing!

It was the most correct decision he made to endure the nausea and swallow those "medicines".

Wen Xiaorou jumped down from the branch, blinked, her long eyelashes flickered a few times, and pinched her chin with her soft little hand, as if she was thinking about something.

The clown pulled up one corner of his mouth, with a domineering smile on his ugly face, a superior posture, and a strange and sinister voice.

"Obviously I was beaten to death by you last time, but my mana didn't decrease, but instead increased greatly."

"Are you confused?"

Wen Xiaorou smacked her small lips, her eyes were clear and calm.

"It's not that hard to guess."

"There are people in this world who walk the righteous way, and there must be another part of the people who practice the evil way."

"The righteous way pays attention to hard work and hard work. The right time, place and people are indispensable. The growth of cultivation focuses on gradual progress, which is naturally much slower."

"But the magic way is different. Absorbing other people's spiritual power and seizing other people's mana is a short, flat, fast and ruthless way."

"Your magic power has grown so fast, it seems that you have done bad things."

"right?"

"Scumbag!"

The clown giggled, making a horrible sound from his throat, he waved the whip that was shining blue in his hand, his face was full of disdain.

"Winner takes all, loser for Kou."

"It's just an excuse for the weak to differentiate between good and evil."

"You are such a decent person, you have been dead for 1000 years."

A slight smile appeared on Wen Xiaorou's soft and tender face, and she stretched out her slender fingers and shook them left and right.

"Mr. Ugly, you are wrong."

"Death means the death of the body or the shattering of the soul, both of which I had 1000 years ago."

"I just went home to find my mother and recuperate for a while."

"It's not called death, it's called recuperation."

The clown sneered disdainfully, and looked at the girl with dark eyes.

"After 1000 years of death, you still haven't changed at all."

"The mouth is still so hard."

"It's really a waste of time."

Wen Xiaorou's big watery eyes filled with disapproval, folded her arms, leaned leisurely on the tree trunk behind her, and raised her chin.

"Ugly man, don't act like you know me better."

"You can talk so well, can you guess what I want now?"

The clown waved the Thor's Whip in his hand, sparking a flash of calcium carbide: "I'm not interested at all in what you want."

Wen Xiaorou rested her chin on her hands and asked back, "Really, aren't you interested at all?"

The clown's mouth twitched, looking at the breathtakingly beautiful girl, his eyes implied anticipation: "What do you want to do?"

There was an innocent smile on Wen Xiaorou's pink face, she pouted her mouth, and her little milk voice was waxy.

"I want to beat you to death."