112. The Meaty Bun Beats the Dog She Is That Bun【3】
Tomb in the Dragon: The meat bun beats the dog, she is the bun【3】
Almost in an instant, "For example, who..." Di Lin said expressionlessly. Su Mian felt that he had never seen a more terrifying smile in his life, and his black eyes stared closely at the golden eyes.
, she tried hard to suppress the urge to look away, it was some kind of instinctive fear.【】
Those golden eyes overflowed with cruelty and playfulness, like a cat teasing a mouse. The worst thing about her was that she was the mouse under those eyes!
Naturally, Su Mian wouldn't be such an idiot to say Rong Feng's name. She clenched her fists and carefully observed someone's face. She tried to figure out exactly why Di Lin was losing his temper, and then pretended to be stupid,
"Huh? Actually, I want to get rid of that busty girl!"
As if he had completed the transformation from a ferocious beast to a proud cat in an instant, Di Lin lazily squinted his eyes and glanced back behind him.
"I admit that I hate Feng Jiaojiao!" This is the truth... Su Mingshu lowered his head and rubbed his fists, obviously noticing that Di Lin's expression had softened. Su Mingshu tried his best to move the topic in the direction Di Lin wanted, while
He said with a guilty conscience: "Whether it's jealousy or not, I just hate her selfishly and don't want to see her. I especially don't want to see her clinging to her master." Meow you, after saying this, Su Mingxuan felt that he was morally incompetent.
It fell all over the floor.
"...jealousy." Di Lin raised his eyes and looked at Su Mian with contempt.
Just when she was pleasantly surprised and thought that this painful love scene had been played so captivatingly and touchingly, and that she had been convinced, Di Lin leaned down and came close to Su Mian's ear, so close that Su Mian could feel Di Lin on his neck.
Lin's breath, "I have no hope of ever being able to tolerate you. However, a slave should behave like a slave. Don't talk about liking your master. I will be embarrassed."
Su Mianshui shrank his neck and said cautiously, "I know!"
Di Lin looked at Su Minsun's red face with great interest, touched his chin, his thoughtful eyes fell on the place behind him, and he felt comfortable, "Let's go."...
Su Mian stared at Di Lin with wide eyes. He was stunned for a moment and asked as if he didn't hear clearly: "Are we going alone?"
Di Lin narrowed his eyes, looked at Su Mian with a dark face, and said, "What do you think?"
"Well, the master's ideas are profound and profound. I can't guess what might happen at this level." Su Mingsun decided that if he could wear something he could wear, he would never wear it.
Di Lin glanced at her, as if he thought Su Mingfeng was superfluous: "If you keep talking nonsense, I will change my mind!"
Su Mianshui shuddered, was silent for two seconds, and said cheerfully: "Let's go!"
After that, the two of them didn't speak each other all the way, but when they were about to enter the entrance, Su Mianshan looked down at the corpse pit. I don't know when, but the huge corpse pit was covered with billowing black mist.
That direction should be where Rong Feng and the others are, right? How could this happen? Su Mianshuo stiffened and looked at Di Lin anxiously.
Di Lin did not speak, but looked carefully and shook his head slowly.
Su Mian immediately stood at a high place and focused his attention. For some reason, the rolling black mist no longer extended in all directions, but concentrated and surrounded an area...