Chapter 87： Desire of the Beast Mother (20) (2/2)

The lazy beast that is delicious by nature does not belong to Ling Ziyue, but Ling Ziyue has tempered the bones with diluted beast spirit fluid. The body has only the smell that World of Warcraft can smell, which attracts him to wake up from his sleep. For the sake of deliciousness, I threw out all the others directly and took the initiative to contact Ling Ziyue.

”Year chart, hundred years of Luo Luo fruit, dried seed tilapia! It smells amazing!” Xia Qiu continued temptingly.

There was a quiet, gray and chaotic air flowing around him, as if something had been tempted, anxious to scratch his ears.

Grunting, the sound of swallowing saliva sounded like a thunderous thunder in Xia Qiu's heart. The gray spirit suddenly tangled around Xia Qiu's side, and then fell to the ground and turned into a fat, fat boy.

The little boy rushed forward, closed his eyes and sniffed around Xia Qiu, then looked at Xia Qiu with disappointment and anger.

”You lie! There are no Luo Luo Guo and Zi Luo Yu! Big liar!”

A smudge of gray mang escaped from the boy.

Seeing that the picture of the seduced New Year's beast was about to run away, Xia Qiu rushed over and grabbed his thick wrist, then pressed anxiously.

”You believe me, the Luo Luo Guo and Zi Luo Yu I prepared are in this city, do you smell?”

The boy then gave her a suspicious look, raised his face and sniffed a few times. After a while, the whole face suddenly turned on.

”Success! For the sake of your rules, let's say, what do you want me to do for you?”

The fat face like a round cake can barely see the dripping eyes. Xia Qiu put his heart down and looked around. I do n’t know when the crowded people in the gray chaos have disappeared. She and Nianjutu came alone. space.

”Master Niantu, I want you to help me manage a friend ...” Xia Qiudao.

Nianxu's eyes widened, as if two round black apricot kernels were cracked on the fat face. ”Then you're looking for the wrong person, I won't treat it, you should go to Dongshan's old immortal tree spirit, or that elf The spring of the tribe's life ... I won't, I won't. ”