Indra slowly slid the corner of his clothes: "Don't worry, you won't wait until that time."

Luo Qingyu glanced at him sideways: "So sure? What if I didn't find it?"

Indra patted her hand, as if praising her: "You are my apprentice, I naturally understand you. You are not that stupid yet."

Luo Qingyu: "..."

Is he praising her or belittled her?!

She snorted, remembering Princess Mengyue's ecstatic 'Ouch' in the dark, and was inexplicably upset, and slowly said with a smile: "I thought - Master, you may hope that I will become stupid at this time, so as not to be able to do so.

Interrupt someone's peach blossom..."

She didn't realize it, and didn't know that her tone was sore.

The smile in Indra's eyes became stronger. He looked up at the sky: "Little Feather, are you sure you want to continue discussing this unnutritional topic with me?"

Luo Qingyu seemed to realize that his tone was a little abnormal and took a breath.

What's wrong with me?

Jealous?

No! How is that possible?! She hasn't eaten anyone's jealousy in her life!

Well, maybe I was used to being destroyed by him, and I was mentally unbalanced when I saw him being destroyed by others...

She shook her head. It was naturally not the time to think about this carefully. It was more important to take this opportunity to take him away.

She laughed and put aside the messy thoughts in her mind: "Okay, Master, since you don't care about this romantic encounter, then let's run away as soon as possible. Well, how about your light skills? Do you want me to carry you out?"

Indra waved his sleeves: "Squat down."

Luo Qingyu rolled his eyes secretly and said with a smile: "Actually, I think the princess hug will be more comfortable."

Indra raised his eyes and glanced at her, with the corner of his lips curled: "Is that so? Very good!"

Luo Qingyu felt his voice was chilly, and leaned over and wanted to pick him up: "Since it's good, then..."

Indra retreated back like flowing water, and then spit out two more words: "Squat down!"

Luo Qingyu: "..."

She rolled her eyes secretly. Since it was very good, why did she squat down again?!

Forget it, this time is obviously not a time to worry about these small problems. Besides, this person is so perverted and he is very disobedient. He doesn't know how many pairs of shoes he has to wear in the future...

She half-squatted: "Okay, come up, I'll carry you out, my disciple."

After warming his back and his shoulders sank, Di Shiyin really lay on Luo Qingyu's back: "Okay, Xiaoyumao, take me out."

His warm breath almost bit Luo Qingyu's ears.

Luo Qingyu's ears became hot.

She thought that Mao had become much frivolous in his tone since his master became a little handsome?

It seems that his favorite thing now is to have an affair with her...

He urged him upwards: "Master, you'd better be more at ease on your disciple's back, otherwise your disciple will miss you for a moment and throw you down will not be a joke."
Chapter completed!