Chapter 596 The avenue soars 26
Listening to Rong Zixian's words, Wen Ling said slowly after thinking about it, "It should be quite crisp."
After all, I’m still young, with a youthful pink face and firm skin.
So, after turning it off, it is made into a fan, which might be quite crisp.
The little girl’s voice is very soft, and she speaks very slowly, with a hint of coquetry in the ending.
In , there was no trembling in the voice, and he didn't seem to know the meaning of fear.
I pinch the hand on the opponent’s neck...
At this time, Rong Zixian reacted, his hand did not tighten any more, no wonder he couldn't see the scared expression of the little thing.
"I forgot." Seeing this scene, Rong Zixian was a little bit inexplicable annoyed, and always felt that his hands seemed to be particularly disobedient today.
Furthermore, after hearing Wen Ling's voice, his heart was a little uneasy.
The original irritable mood, up and down, sometimes cold, sometimes hot.
means that even he himself is somewhat uncontrollable.
Such chaotic thoughts made him very uncomfortable, and his hands tightened subconsciously.
"Oh, suffocation." Wen Ling felt that Rong Zixian's hands pinching his neck were tightening, and he spoke softly.
This voice, in Rong Zixian's opinion, was a dagger wrapped in honey.
It smells delicious, and it’s delicious even after a bite.
But at the end of the meal, it is a knife that can penetrate your heart.
Because of this voice, I felt a momentary trance and momentary unbearable.
This should not be the emotion he should have.
Since this little thing poisoned myself in the morning, this fate was destined and I wanted to get it back.
Rong Zixian has a task, how can it be easily because of a scrap girl, what about it?
If you keep the people who are useless, it is a waste of resources on the mountain.
He was kind, helped Chang Pingzong get rid of a waste material, and let the Demon Race carry the pot. Isn’t he very kind?
Thinking of this, Rong Zixian chuckled, his hoarse voice sounded numb and uncomfortable.
But Wen Ling felt that whether it was perfect or incomplete, her benefactor was always the best in her eyes.
It is the sound that is unpleasant, but it doesn’t matter, she just listens well.
Other female nuns will come over to **** people after listening.
Lifting himself soft and boneless, with a little warm little hand, gently put it on Rong Zixian's wrist, and the voice of Ling Ling's mouth was still soft.
Rong Zixian did not even understand, why the neck that was pinched by him was deformed, and how did the little thing that was about to be broken make such a clear and pleasant sound?
"If I fan my face for you, can you make me sleep with you?" Wen Ling can be said to be a real warrior at this time.
In the eyes of Little Ginseng Jing, the way to deal with abnormalities is actually very simple.
It would be better to be more perverted than him.
Isn’t Rong Zixian turning people into fans or drums at every turn?
Then I was even more exaggerated. I still have a last wish to say before I die.
For example...
Sleep him! !
Rong Zixian never expected that this little thing would dare to provoke him before he died.
subconsciously wanted to tighten in his hand, but his heart didn't think so.
Or his hands and heart, it is impossible to reach a unified opinion at this moment.
Clearly wanted to tighten, he broke Wen Ling's neck directly, but he didn't make any further movements with his hands.
(End of this chapter)