Chapter 417 (1/2)

Looking at millions of fanatical brain powder's tears running howl, lying on the bed of the woman, two snow-white long legs swing more joyous.

Demon crazy laughter, in the whole room back and forth.

”Ha ha ha, xuanchenhao, hurry up --”

Ji Tianmo didn't know what comment he saw again. He turned over with a smile and stood up from the bed.

Then he took his mobile phone and pressed it over xuanchen Hao's shoulder while talking.

……

However, Ji Tianmo hasn't finished his words yet, and he is covered by the towel thrown face to face.

Xuanchen Hao one hand pinched that piece of bare fragrant shoulder, another big hand clasped her goblin like thin waist, then forced a lift.

Just like a child, Ji Tianmo is placed in his arms by xuanchen Hao, and his head is on his thigh.

The big wet wave of long hair, demon random wanton scattered on the snow-white velvet quilt.

Xuanchenhao takes down the towel that is on Ji Tianmo's face.

Then I saw the seductive face, a red flame like blood, staring at him with a grin. The demon roared wildly,

”Xuanchenhao, what are you doing with me?”

Xuanchen's eyelids were cold and narrow,

”Who told you not to listen.”

Then he picked up the waterfall like long hair and rubbed it gently in the towel. The cold and shivering palms holding the gun forever were full of tenderness at the moment.

……

Ji Tianmo wanted to scold him.

However, listening to his warm but only she can hear the doting tone of her deep drowning, as well as the comfortable feeling that her hair was rubbed, she was not angry at all.

Ji Tianmo pillows on his thigh and cocks up his legs. His skin is as white as snow. It is more charming in the light.

Ji Tianmo's proud nose snorted and his head bumped,

”Obedience is not Laozi!”

Xuanchenhao wiped her hair seriously, and her thin lips sipped lightly. A sound came out of her throat,

”Well.”

Ji Tianmo shakes his legs more arrogantly.

Xuanchen Hao's eyes fell on her face, which was red and burning with laughter. Her lips were cold, and she continued,

”Mo, what did you just say to me?”

Ji Tianmo thinks of it, quickly raises his mobile phone in his hand, reaches into xuanchenhao's eyes, laughs wildly and says something,

”Ha ha ha, xuanchenhao, have a look.

Laozi's ”Queen's ashes” are crying for you one by one

Ji Tianmo's fingers slide down to brush the screen.

……

Sure enough---

I don't know how many buildings the Queen's fans started to line up to build,

”Let go of me, Queen, I want to fight with you alone (a tearful expression)...”

”Let go of me, Queen, I want to fight with you alone (a crazy expression)...”

”Let go of me, Queen, I want to fight with you alone (a crying expression)...”

”Let go of me, Queen...”

“……”

Xuanchen Hao's face was still expressionless, and even his eyes didn't move for a moment,

”Well.”

Ji Tianmo is too lazy to write microblog.

There are tens of thousands of buildings built just by this one. If you brush it down, your fingers will be crisp and tired.

Ji Tianmo throws his mobile phone aside, stretches his hands lazily, stretches his waist, squints his eyes leisurely, and says,

”If so many fans want to challenge you, it's a group fight.

Xuanchenhao, what did you choose

Ji Tianmo's lazy squinting demon eyes, from the narrow seam of convergence, shot out a trace of light of children's banter.

……

Xuanchen Hao coldly glanced at the cell phone thrown away, and said something in a cold voice,

”They're dead.”