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

Hearing that the girl wanted to see his true face, horror flashed in the clown's dark pupils.

He will never let anyone discover his identity.

The ruthlessness of living to death gave the clown a huge explosive power, he broke free from the water lion's hold, and avoided the girl's little hand trying to take off his mask.

A black shadow flashed past Wen Xiaorou's eyes, and rushed straight towards the cliff.

Rather than revealing his identity, the clown would rather die.

Wen Xiaorou soared into the air, her hands grabbed the clown's calf with lightning speed.

The girl waved her arm lightly, as if pinching an insignificant ant, and threw the clown boy off the edge of the cliff to the ground.

The clown was slammed back to the ground, and a stream of blood gushed out of his mouth, like a waterfall.

A gust of wind blew by, the girl's pink and white skirt fluttered with the wind, her waterfall-like long hair fluttered wantonly, undulating like waves, she was so beautiful that it was not like anything in the world.

She walked slowly to the side of the clown, and stepped on the clown's face, her voice was still soft and sweet.

"Mr. Ugly, I haven't played enough, how can you die."

"I won't allow it."

The girl exerted force under her feet, crushing the clown's face until it was almost deformed.

The clown was like a fish on the verge of death, struggling to die, with blood gushing down the corner of his mouth.

Wen Xiaorou's little feet kept grinding and crushing the man's face, trying to crush the mask on the man's face.

But that mask was made of a special material, as hard as iron, no matter how hard she tried, it was still firmly worn on the man's face.

Wen Xiaorou withdrew her foot, turned Fenfen's ankle, and said in a delicate voice, "Oh, my feet are so sore."

The man was on the verge of suffocation, like a salted fish on the chopping board, spitting out blood.

Seeing that the little master was tired, the water lion shrunk down winkingly, becoming the size of a normal male lion, lying on the ground softly, arching its back, motioning for the girl to sit on its back and rest.

Wen Xiaorou sat on the water lion's back, her jade-like slender legs swaying gently in the wind.

The girl rested her chin on her hands, her eyes were clear and pure, she looked at the clown who was dying on the ground.

"Mr. Ugly, you are really not good."

"If you die honestly, I might leave you with a whole body."

"I'm really upset that you want to escape without knowing what to do."

"What should I do?"

"I really want to crush your body and soul right now."

The clown's eyes were full of horror, the body can be reborn after death, but once the soul is crushed, it will never be reborn.

Like a bubble, it disappears forever in thousands of worlds.

As expected of His Royal Highness Xuerou who was feared 1000 years ago, even if he was reborn, he was still as vicious as before.

The clown boy was terrified, lying on the ground, dragging his dilapidated body towards the girl.

He wanted to go and beg the girl for mercy.

Beg her to let him live.

The clown man crawled under the girl's feet, struggling to raise his head, his ugly face was stained with blood, his voice was weak and feeble: "Your Highness, please... forgive me..."

The girl rested her chin on her tender white palm, blinked her eyes, her thick and curly eyelashes flickered, and her sweet little milk voice was full of majesty.

"Hey, take off the mask."

"If I'm in a good mood, maybe I can leave your remnant soul here."

The clown bowed his head with a miserable smile on his face.

His skills are not as good as others, and whether he lives or dies depends entirely on the thoughts of others. Even if he has a lot of unwillingness in his heart, he has no choice but to succumb to others.

Wen Xiaorou leaned lazily on the water lion, dangling her tender white legs, leisurely.

"Hurry up, don't waste my time."

"I'm in a hurry to go home and see my husband."

There was a mournful smile on the corner of the clown's mouth, and he went to take the mask off his face with trembling hands.

The moment the mask was about to be taken off, there was an earth-shattering roar from the dense forest.

"Rourou—"

A look of joy appeared on Wen Xiaorou's delicate face, her eyes sparkled, and her voice jumped with joy: "Ah! Husband!"

"My husband came to see me."

The girl looked in the direction of the voice, full of expectation.

"husband!"

"Honey, I'm here!"

A tall and straight figure appeared in the distance, tall and tall like a poplar tree, rushing towards the girl.

The girl stood up and waved excitedly at the man.

She turned to look at the dying clown on the ground, kicked the clown lightly with her little foot, and kicked the clown into the cliff.

The clown was like a piece of rag that was randomly discarded, fell into the bottomless cliff, and died without a whole body.

Wen Xiaorou stood on the edge of the cliff, looking at the black figure disappearing into the cliff, pouted, with a sweet voice.

"This time it will be cheaper for you."

"The next time we meet again, it won't just be death."

The girl turned and left, waving at the water lion rolling on the ground.

"Yuluo, you should go back too."

"Goodbye, see you next time."

The water lion's eyes were red, with tears in his eyes, and he rubbed against the girl's body, reluctant to leave.

Uh...

I don't want to leave the little master.

It has missed the little master for 1000 years, and it will be parted within an hour after seeing it.

It can't bear to...

The water lion's big watery eyes were red, and it rubbed its head against the little master's arm.

No, no, no.

It doesn't want to leave the little master.

Seeing that Fu Hongyun kept running towards the girl, the distance was getting closer and closer.

Wen Xiaorou touched the water lion's head, and calmed it patiently: "Hey, let's go, I will call you again next time."

"It won't be long before we meet again."

The water lion's tears flowed out like a fountain, weeping loudly, circling around the girl, unwilling to leave.

take me...

Please master take me;

It's not that you can't take it.

Why do you have to drive me away?

Fu Hongyun's figure kept approaching, Wen Xiaorou exhausted her patience, and slapped the water lion across the face.

"If you don't leave, I will slap you to death."

"I'm going to accompany my husband, I don't have time to talk to you."

The water lion cried even more violently.

The little master actually abandoned it for a man.

It is a pet that has accompanied its owner for thousands of years.

Why can't you compare to that man.

why...

Although there were thousands of unwillingness in his heart, the water lion still twisted Shuidudu's buttocks and got up, walking towards the sky step by step and turning his head three times.

Wen Xiaorou waved at it, disliking it for walking too slowly, and slapped the water lion with a palm wind.

The water lion was so shaken that it turned on its back, its four big hooves thumped wildly, and disappeared into the sky in an instant.

Fu Hongyun's long legs ran out of double shadows, and rushed towards the girl.

Wen Xiaorou also jumped up and down towards the man, shouting happily.

"Honey, don't worry, I'm here."

The girl waved at the man while running, but one step away from the man, her feet became unsteady and she fell to the ground.

Wen Xiaorou knelt on the ground, rubbed her red ankle, her eyes were red like black grapes, she looked weak and pitiful.

Seeing the girl fall down, Fu Hongyun felt her heart twitch, ran to the girl, hugged the girl in her arms, and carefully checked her body.

The girl sprained her foot, but she didn't hurt her bones or break her skin, it just looked red.

Wen Xiaorou lay in the man's arms, her eyes were red, she sniffed, and acted coquettishly with the man.

"Husband, my ankle hurts."

"Rourou can't even walk well, is she too weak?"