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118. The Devil is Jealous, It's Scary

Can I say no?" I looked at him pitifully.

"Is it or not?" He asked, stretching his head, leaning against me only ten centimeters away.

"Yes" stretched out my hand and danced around the demons. I betrayed Senior Zhou Zhuze with no nerve, and then folded my hands in my heart and prayed: Master Buddha, I hope you bless him with peace.

"Very good." He nodded and approached again, squinted and declared dangerously, "You don't have to drink this bowl of soup."

"Really?" My eyes immediately turned into heart shape and shot at him. Minister Lan still had some favors to say.[

Let’s watch me dance and celebrate go, go, go, go, ale, ale! Of course, this is only my imagination. If I really jump up, Minister Lan Xiyanlan doesn’t think I’m a lunatic.

"Are you sure it was Zhou Zhuze who gave it to you?" He was silent for a while, and suddenly approached me and asked.

I was scared and my face suddenly turned red. I quickly lowered my head and continued to retreat.

Chapter 9

VOL1

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The tragedy happened - I had just taken a step back and actually fell off the sofa. My hand accidentally hit a bunch of things. The sound just now was naturally those that fell and knocked on my head by my slender jade hand.

It's caused by something.

Taking off the obstacle on my head, I whispered and embarrassedly raised one head and overthrew my head to apologize: "I'm sorry."

"Hmm?!" He smiled disapprovingly, and a calculating light flashed in his eyes.

"This seems to be broken." I laughed and picked up a cracked photo frame and handed it to him, put it together with my hands and asked me to do it - God, I really didn't mean it, please bless him not to be angry, please please please

!

"This photo frame is quite precious." He smiled evilly, snapped his fingers, and then said, "You probably have to contribute all three years of high school to me."

What? I stared at him with disbelief, then looked at the photo frame in my hand, and my eyes almost fell to the ground. How is this possible?! A photo frame requires me to accompany my three years of beautiful youth in high school? Put the photo frame in my hand

After looking through and looking, I looked at it again and again. It was just an ordinary photo frame. The damn Lan Xiyan who was struck by lightning. What does it mean to contribute to three years of high school?


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