"Bao Er" Feng Soul looked at her with affectionate eyes. "I like to see you wear this dress … Would you like to wear it?"
Yuan Baoer low head "well".
So the wind soul gently reached out and dressed the bunny for her. Although he wanted to take the opportunity to touch her snow-white skin, as the saying goes, impatience can’t eat beauty tofu, he gave up this untimely plan for the time being.
He pulled up Yuan Baoer and walked out. Yuan Baoer was shy, but he still hit the door with him and walked out of the bedroom. Ling Ning and Yin Niang and Mei Er had already waited there.
Ling Ning saw Yuan Baoer running in crying just now, but now he was flushed and brought out by the master. He couldn’t help secretly sighing and thinking that the master was really bad at coaxing women.
Yin Niang is looked at the master holding Yuan Baoer that hand dazed zheng bowed their heads and some unhappy.
The wind soul didn’t notice that Yin Niang didn’t care. He looked back at the curve behind him. Bunny looked at it again. She was wearing flowers, crisp breasts and a cheongsam, but she didn’t wear pants. Yin Niang felt that her bones were crisp and soft.
This is enough for every otaku to envy than Happy Day.
"Master, Master," Mei Er jumped around in a sofa with bubble sleeves. "Do you think I look good?"
Oh, by the way, there’s a small one here
The wind soul looked at the little girl wagging her tail with a lack of interest and turned to continue to appreciate Yuan Baoer and Ling Ning and Yin Niang.
He’s not interested in little girls who haven’t even developed breasts.
JiQiao absently woke up and found himself lying in a spacious room.
He staggered and sat up, trying to look around his chest, but suddenly a pain made him spray blood.
"You’d better not move." A cold faint voice came from behind him. "Although Barbie cured your trauma, the purple evil knife contains Candle dragon fire poison, but it is not so easy to disperse."
Ji Qiao looked back and found the cube metal doll sitting at the window beside him. At this time, he also guessed that these strange dolls had saved him. He was just about to say thank you to Optimus Prime, but he looked at him and said slowly, "Do you want to take revenge on the wind soul?"
"Think" Ji Qiaoqiang endured the heat in his heart and said, "I can’t wait to spit out his blood and eat meat."
"But you are no match for him," Optimus Prime sneered. "Even if you add up to ten things, you can solve it by letting him split ten knives … one knife at a time!"
Jiqiao silence
"But I can help you," Optimus Prime said faintly. "I can make you kill Feng Soul easily, let you get his woman to play with his beautiful disciples, and if you do as I say, I can make you easily learn magic beyond Feng Soul."
Jiqiao’s heart beat faster. He not only longed for the girl who Wang Miao wanted to be reincarnated, but even dreamed of blowing the wind and soul to pieces.
"Of course, you can choose not to accept it," Optimus Prime said. "But in that case, your Candle dragon fire poison will kill you sooner or later."
JiQiao bit his teeth. "But how do I know you’re not lying to me?"
"People never trick people," Optimus Prime said. "If you know the real origin of people, you will never doubt what I say."
Jiqiao stared at him. "Who the hell are you?"
Optimus Prime turned to look at the window, seeing through the world, and Nai said a name.
A JiQiao has already heard the name several times.
"It’s impossible," he said. "You’ve been Xuanyuan Huangdi …"
"Xuanyuan Huangdi?" Optimus Prime sneered, "The Yellow Emperor is a fart. If it is not supported by the dragons of the four seas and heaven, 10,000 yellow emperors will wave me 10,000 knives at most … one knife at a time."
JiQiao dare not say anything.
"Beat me, not the Yellow Emperor, but Ying Long, the Stegosaurus of Xiuba in the East China Sea" Optimus Prime light tunnel "It’s a pity that I lost to Ying Long, but Ying Long was still dead even though he helped the Yellow Emperor unify the wild hero. Di Jun calculated that even the dragon was almost wiped out by Di Jun’s bloodbath, but I was defeated in Ying Long’s hands, but the Yellow Emperor killed me and was able to play heaven. Di Jun made the gods of Leibu put me into nine secluded places, and although I was tortured, I still survived until now …"
He laughed bitterly. "Now I have fallen to this point, and I can’t even die if I wanted to. If I had known this, I might as well have died directly in Ying Long, saving myself from such humiliation."
Heroes only hate to die at the wrong time.
"Will I hurt this picture" he looked at JiQiao "is the wind soul! Not everyone here wants to vent their hatred of the wind and soul to pieces. "
A doll emerged from the roof, from the wall and from the ground and looked at Jiqiao coldly.
Ji Qiao said, "What should I do if you just said that I can have something to kill Feng Soul?"
"It’s very simple." The boy doll named Conan jumped from the roof. "But there is no such thing as a good thing for no reason. Although we can make your affairs advance by leaps and bounds overnight, you must pay a little price."
JiQiao dazed "what price?"
Optimus Prime threw a knife behind him and fell in front of Jiqiao. He said coldly, "If you want to succeed in magic, you must first go to the palace."
Ji Qiao trembled. "What, what?"
"It means you have to cut your place." Conant held his glasses in the mirror and his eyes flashed with funny smiles. "So what would you do? Is it to keep your penis for a few hours … well, is it to die of Candle dragon fire poison after a few hours, or to endure this temporary pain and get enough revenge? "
"Oh," Barbie covered her face shyly. "How can I be so good? I’m so ashamed."
JiQiao gawking at the knife in front of his forehead spilled beads of soybean sweat is to accept their conditions or refuse? If he refuses, he will die of fire and poison, and even if he dies, no one will be sad.
But if you accept …
With trembling hands, he picked up the sharp knife and untied his trousers.
Optimus Prime, Conan and others are indifferent to each other, while Barbie quietly looks through her fingers at Jiqiao’s crotch while burying her face in her hands.
Cut or not?
The choice may not be as difficult as imagined.
JiQiao waved a knife.
