Chapter 970

Ning Xuemo never fights unprepared battles.

Of course, she is also one percent uncertain, but as an agent, sometimes she has to bet!

With 99% assurance, she won't let it go!

What's more, she did leave him time. She didn't count fast

She is more and more lawless in front of him!

Powerful as the God Jiuli, she also has some helplessness in the face of such. Glancing at her obliquely, "how about your exercise?"

Now she is sticking it on him like a dog's skin plaster, and she doesn't always keep a little distance from him as before.

"It's gone!" Ningxuemo replied without hesitation, holding his arm instead: "big God, little Kirin is too unreliable. You'd better take me to Daliang city. You're on your way anyway. "

God nine Li micro some trance, she holds the appearance of total let him have a kind of familiar feeling.

As if a few years ago, she had been so charming around her, and also had been so naughty

"If little Kirin is reliable, you won't be so obsessed with this seat, will you?" Shen Jiuli looked down at her, doubting it.

”How? I still believe in God. " Ning Xuemo's tone is firm.

But I thought about it. If she doesn't suffer so much on the back of the unicorn, she may still want the God to carry her, but she won't take a chance

Shenjiuli's eyes moved, and looked at her eyes softened.

It's not easy to get her trust! God knows how much effort he made to make her believe again

However, he didn't plan to let her go. "Why don't you leave without saying goodbye?"

Ning Xuemo opened his eyes: "I left a letter!" Can't you say goodbye?

"Why don't you tell me in person?" God Jiuli asked in a different way.

"You were practicing at that time, but my business was very urgent and urgent. I don't want to disturb you. I'm afraid you will get mad..." Ning Xuemo explains.

That's why.

The secret unhappiness in the mind of God Jiuli finally flew away for more than half.

Look at her hair that was blown like a madman by the wind, and look at her little hands that were cut by the wind. With a sigh, she pulled herself down and put her on the cloud at her feet: "stand up!"

Can this smoke cloud really stand? Ning Xuemo doubts this very much. She subconsciously catches one corner of his sleeve: "won't it fall down?"

"With this seat here, what are you afraid of?" God nine Li simply earned his sleeve, loathed to glance at her appearance: "you now dirty like a beggar, how do you do this apprentice?"

Ning Xuemo stood on his cloud for a moment in fear. Though the cloud was soft, she felt very strong on the bottom of her feet. He seems to have coagulated it by magic.

At last, she felt relieved and picked the messy hair with her hand: "I am messy at most, but not dirty."

Her hand was caught by Jiuli God, and he did not know where to find a bottle of ointment and put it on the blood of her hand.

The ointment is a little alcohol, although it's cool, it's also tingling.

"Pain, pain, pain!" Ning Xuemo calls politely. I'm busy drawing back.

But the little hand is held by him, where can she get it back?

"Don't take risks when you know the pain. I can't help you in time." God Jiuli rudely applied another layer of ointment to her wound. A little angry at her recklessness.