Leng Tianzi quickly turned on his radar scan with an indifferent expression, glanced at Zuo Xiao who had been whipped into a pig's head with his cold eyes, and said: "Since there are people with unscrupulous intentions and drugged so heavily here, how can we let them down?"
Woolen cloth?"
Yikong asked in confusion: "Do you mean to make it fake?"
Leng Tianzi nodded, Yikong glanced at Zuo Xiao, then at the expressionless Leng Tianzi, and while dragging Leng Tianzi towards him, he thought to himself: You kid is so advantageous that you can touch Tianzi.
But before I could finish thinking about it, I heard a cold voice from the other side: "You did it with him, not me!"
"Bang" Yi slipped empty-handed.
"Me, me...me?" Yi Kong felt that he should have been the one slapped just now.
"Yes!" Leng Tianzi withdrew the radar scan, stood up, and "teared" Yikong's clothes, making a hole, and the white flowers appeared like Maitreya's big belly.
"Woooooo...Tianzi, stop joking, I...I'm still young!" Yi Kong crossed his hands on his chest, like a good-natured woman who was sold to a certain hospital.
Leng Tianzi didn't care about that. He stretched out his hand and patted Yikong's big belly unceremoniously: "I think it's not small at all!"
"No, don't...Tianzi, our friendship is so good...you can't do that!" Yikong wanted to speak, but he felt a numbness and pain in his neck, and then it turned into darkness——