Chapter 859： Hey, good life sitting.

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After the two people in the pavilion were once again screaming for the drums, Meng Ziyi was already picking up the knife.

This time, Nanxun didn't stop it anymore. Well, ah, I listened too much, and I was too tired. The main thing is that she listened too much and was afraid that she couldn’t hold it and put Meng’s master on the spot.

The scorpion knives looked at the invisible barrier outside the pavilion, and the barrier used for sound insulation broke instantly.

The moment the barrier was broken, the flower demon immediately noticed.

Her look changed a lot, but before she came out, Meng Ziyi had already stunned Fang Yue, who was covering her body.

The taste of **** in the pavilion has not dissipated, and it is a bit pungent. Meng Ziyi twisted his eyebrows, his face flashed a disgusting color, and his voice was cold and cold: "The chrysanthemum flower demon who practiced for thousands of years."

The chrysanthemum flower demon arms waved, and the semi-naked body was replaced with a dress. She retreated to two steps and stared at the man in front of her eyes. "Catch the demon?"

Not only did she smell the demon in her body, but she could also see her way. This is not to be underestimated. and……

The gaze of the chrysanthemum flower demon swept over the three short swords on his back, and the subconscious mind felt that this trapping monster was not good. Not in case, it is best not to be right.

At the time of the stalemate of the atmosphere, a clear and beautiful woman followed the footsteps briskly.

After the woman screamed a master, she stood behind the catcher.

The flower demon suddenly saw this woman, and she had a stunned color in her eyes. In the next eye, she saw her true body.

Actually a painting demon! It’s just that this demon has nothing to do with the demon, and it’s possible that the demon power is higher than her. Do not blame the chrysanthemum flower demon think so, it is really the world, but the demon, all have demon, unless it is the spirit of the Buddhist Taoist sacred material, it is such a spirit, and often with a demon, So those demon-like demons are either pre-opening and wise like ants.

The demon, either the demon power is deep, can hide the demon at any time.

Chrysanthemum flower demon is the latter kind, she devote herself to the millennium, and rarely kills her, so her body is very light, even if she is a monster, she may not smell the demon.

But what shocked her was not the demon power of this painting demon, but... This painting demon was not afraid of the capture of the demon, and looked at the gesture, but also relied heavily on catching the demon!

She heard that there are some evil stalkers who will tame some of the demon for their own use. Is this the relationship between the demon and the demon?

The chrysanthemum flower demon is slightly thinking about it. It is not intended to be hard-hitting with them. Instead, it is a respectful gesture to the demonist. The attitude is respectful. "The demon has seen the master."

Meng Ziyi did not pay attention to her, but whispered the little painting spirit behind him. "What are you doing with you? In case I have a fight with this flower demon, are you not adding chaos?"

Nanxun said of course: "I will help the master. If I can't beat it, I won't delay the master's hind legs."

"You go out first." Meng Ziyi said faintly.

"Why? Does the master really think that I am tired?" Nan Yan looked grievous, although he could not see, this small expression of grievance also made me feel pity.

Meng Ziyi raised his hand and fell on her head with an accurate face. She rubbed her face with her face. "You are tired, I can protect you, not letting you stay here because of this pavilion." The smell is not good."

Nanxun's eyes are sparkling. Overbearing big boss! You are tired, I can protect you, I like this sentence.

"Is it bad smell? I smell the chrysanthemum fragrance, and there is a very strange taste. This taste seems familiar." Nanxun took a few breaths to get it clear.

Meng Ziyi's eyebrows are drawn, and the big palm has already covered her nose and mouth in one step. "I don't want to smell it, why don't I be so obedient?"

The chrysanthemum flower demon looked at the relatives of the two men, almost treating her as the air, and could not help but look at it.

This is where the master servant gets along. This is clearly...

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He... like this painting demon!

God, incredible!

After the chrysanthemum flower enchanted, I wanted to take the opportunity to escape, but I was afraid that I couldn’t escape. I was caught and I couldn’t even get it.

However, she did figure out that this painting demon is just a demon who is not worthy of the world. It is not a powerful old demon.

Hearing this man and a demon talking about the smell in the pavilion, the chrysanthemum flower demon simply did not know what to say. Where is the bad smell, it is the body fragrance of her body, the sweat of the man, and the taste of the men and women.

She squinted her sleeves and lowered the chrysanthemum rain again in the pavilion, but this time she did not add anything else, but a simple chrysanthemum aroma.

The gauze of the pavilion was also picked up by her, and the wind blew, causing a lot of scent in the pavilion.

Waiting for a while, wait until the taste is completely gone, Meng Ziyi then loosened the hand holding the small painting of the nose and mouth, then took the small painting spirit to go inside, one person sat on a stone bench.

The stone bench was originally facing each other at a distance, but when Nanzhao cast a spell, he moved his stone bench to Meng Ziyi's side and sat with him.

Seeing that he just looked at himself and didn't say much, she was happy to have a happy face.

The chrysanthemum flower demon sees this person's demon's attitude, and the conjecture in the heart is more and more certain, the vigilance on the face is not consciously a little less.

The flower demon pressed his heart and was surprised. He once again clenched his fist: "Master, although I am a demon, this millennium has only been cultivated in different ways, rarely killing people, let alone harming people."

Meng Ziyi’s face is cold. “Are you sure you have never hurt?”

The chrysanthemum flower demon is affirmative: "I am sure that I have never harmed people."

Meng Ziyi licked the scorpion knives in one hand, and the index finger slammed on the shank without a hit, as if thinking about things.

Slightly, he asked: "Since you claim to be a practice, why do you want to introduce mortals here?"

The chrysanthemum flower demon has been settled, as the truth goes: "Master, you mortals still want to indulge, not to mention the demon sex. I ask myself to be very temperate. Since the rehearsal, I will indulge in this day, and I will be retreating the rest of the day. ""

Microton, she smirked her lips. "As for why they were invited to open the Chrysanthemum Conference, they also chose this chrysanthemum son. Naturally, because of my high vision, I like those men who look good, once a year, I naturally want to be myself. better."

Nanxun’s head suddenly crossed over from Meng Ziyi’s shoulder and explored this place. He curiously asked: “Is this kind of sex? But I think I am not sexually kinky, I am just curious. That... Is this really ecstasy? I listened to you very much. "Meng Ziyi's face was black and he snorted. "Hey, sit back, don't interrupt."