Venerated Venomous Consort

"Now you can say it!"

"Developing your clone is against the sky, so even if you have nine levels of spiritual power, but you want to go further to the heights, it is much harder than the average person. You even stop. There is still a Fatal flaws, it can not cultivate the undead body, it has a normal life, but it also has the advantage, that is, you can keep your face until the old death..." Emperor 拂 拂 talk.

Ink's face changed slightly. He began to listen to the emperor's clothing and analyzed his hidden illnesses. He did not believe him, but he was a little embarrassed when he heard these words.

In addition to being a scorpio, this body still has such a big flaw? ! Dragon Vanke never said this!

Is this true, or is it that the Emperor’s clothes are nonsense?

"What else?" Mo Yan asked again.

The Emperor’s clothes answered inadvertently: “And? You still need to touch your pulse.”

Ink for a few seconds, smiled: "What do you want to marry?"

Emperor Yiyi looked at him sideways: "I am still afraid of what I am like now? Are you so afraid of me?"

Mo Yan sneered: "The deity will not be afraid of you, well, the deity will let you try the pulse."

He also laughed at his suspiciousness. The emperor's clothes were now tied like a scorpion, and the spiritual power of the body was almost eliminated by the lock. Even if he wants to swear, he is powerless.

So he handed his wrist to the hand of Emperor.

The fingers of Emperor's clothes can still be moved in a small range, so he took a break for him.

The house was very hot, and the Emperor’s clothes also had a lot of sweat, but his fingers were cold, popsicles, and when he touched his veins, Mo Zhen was agitated, thinking that he was sneaking and was about to escape. However, he found that the other party was really a pulse for himself, so he held back.

The other hand quietly pinched a law, and prepared the emperor's clothes as long as there was any change, he immediately shot the other side to stun!

However, Emperor's clothes were for him. After a while, he removed his hand and sneered with ink. "You are insidious... It seems to be artificial."

Ink: "..."

The words of Emperor Yiyi were like a heavy blow on his heart. He took a sigh of relief: "How?"

The Emperor’s clothes did not say anything, closed his eyes and ordered the guest to order: “This seat is tired and tired. You can leave.”

This appetite is hanging!

Ink does not hit a place, staring at him for a moment: "Do you know what the hidden disease of the deity is?!"

"Hungry! Thirsty!" Emperor sighed.

Ink: "..."

After a while, finally the waiter sent a pear porridge, which was hot and smoldering.

Mo Yan didn't want to feed him, and the Emperor's coat was very tortoise, and he didn't let the waiter feed him, so the ink smack simply untied him a lock and let his half arm rest free. At the very least, I can drink myself in a bowl.

It’s hard to wait for the emperor’s clothes to finish a bowl of porridge, and he will reveal the answer.

As a result, Emperor Yi did not reveal the answer for him, but told him to touch a certain position on his chest and let him feel a little painful.

Mo Yan really ordered a little bit of himself, and the position was actually painful like a needle!

Of course, the pain just passed by, and the pain disappeared when his fingers just moved away.

His heart was in doubt, and for a moment, he clicked a little at that position, but he didn't feel any discomfort.