The white mist godson stared at the Xicheng style with moist eyes, and there was no meaning of adulteration in his voice.

Because she really thinks so.

"That's what you think?" Nishichengshi couldn't help but take a look at the White Mist Godson.

"Absolutely!"

The son of Baiwu puffed his face, and his pretty face, which had not changed, looked a little angry: "I'm afraid of pain! But these things are also something that people have to do! In addition, I have said before! The eldest daughter of Baiwu family is reserved! I really want to repay the kindness! Let the benefactor die in front of me, the eldest daughter of Baiwu family will not allow such a thing to happen!"

She patted her chest, with a hint of stubbornness on her cute and beautiful face.

After a while, the God of White Mist heard the sound of Xicheng.

"...I'm not blaming you."

"That--"

The son of Baiwu raised his head with some excitement.

"But your method is wrong." Xichengshi looked at her excited face and couldn't help but shake her head.

It seems that there are still some problems with my own persuasion.

Be more rough.

Thinking of this, Xichengshi simply reached out and rubbed her snow-white face, and asked back, "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts! It hurts so much!"

The son of the White Mist shouted.

Her face became round and shrunken, and she even felt that her face was about to be pulled in half.

"Since I know the pain, don't do that dangerous thing next time. Next time I will tear your face apart."

Xichengshi glanced at Baiwu Godson and let go of his hand coldly.

"I, I get it!"

After hearing this, the White Mur Godzi, who was already very afraid of the pain, hurriedly covered his face.

If my face was torn apart... how painful it would be!

Seeing her nodding repeatedly, Xicheng Shi couldn't help but think of—

really...
Chapter completed!