Chapter 232:

I have to say that the white tuning is fruitful, but the lightness of saying things like such shameful people is not enough.
Death is overjoyed, well, in fact, he does not know why he is happy, he hugged Lu Yiqian. The joy of meeting again came in a frenzy, and the thought of love seemed to be properly placed. He was immersed in some kind of pleasure that could not be known.
Master, master, seeing the host again, it’s good...
Departure, Weimo, and Ironwood have seen the of death, and he knows what kind of metamorphosis he is, especially the iron wood. He still remembers the means of punishing the princess.
But Xiao Zilong didn't know him. Although he was also curious about the origin of the source of the magical beast that was similar to the white man in the master's body, he did not think that the owner of the source was stronger than himself. But from the silk energy that has just been revealed by Death, this of death is much stronger than him! Moreover, the source of his power is not magic power! Is there any other source of power in this world? He comes from the comprehension plane, the body is full of vitality, but that is also the magic force refined, the devil's son source from the devil plane, his breath can cause Warcraft mutation, but that is another magical force exists... no matter which bit In the final analysis, the source of power is magic power.
But this black of death, in his power, even a little magical power!
This, where is the monster coming from? !
He has an obstacle on the difficult road of tempting his master.
The sky flashed a trace of black shadow, only in the blink of an eye, the black shadow of the sword will be cut down, black and red hair mixed, black and red eyes sharp, is not who? !
Only that sword did not cut to death, and the death slashed slightly, blocking the blow.
With a single blow, the black-red eyes are filled with faint doubts.
Death does not pursue, no matter what happens outside the world, he now only pays attention to Lu Qianqian.
"Hey, how long do you have to stay on the street, and shouldn't you kill someone who is going to flee the scene?"
The amount, also to Kazakhstan, the people who were previously fainting almost woke up.
Lu Yiqian will pull the of death and squatting into the car, step on the gas pedal, and drive away.
When I came to the hotel and opened the door, a group of five men and a little boy naturally attracted people's attention.
These five outstanding men, there are already unforgettable things, and the rich and expensive nobles who come and go have seen the rumors of Lu Yi’s thousands of dollars in the auction. Now she sees her bring a black man back. Even more contempt, contempt, there are envy, those men, really great, even if it is a black man, look at his figure, you must know that he looks like a poor place.
The plain-fashioned glasses girl is really sitting on the big beautiful men, even the small and positive type is the best!
Money can make a ghost push, but there are also rich ladies who can live in this fine hotel. How have you never met such a good man?
God is not fair!
People looked at Lu Qianqian's eyes strangely, full of surprise, curiosity, incomprehension and contempt.
Lu Yiqian does not matter, can not see a piece of meat.
The of death is more powerful, and his eyes see that Lu Yan is glued to her. Otherwise, with the eyes of those people, he must not accept their souls to see what they are thinking.
Departing the enchanting smile, seems to be willing to misunderstand.
He has his pride and will not do anything to humans.
Sikongyun is thinking about money and thinking about materials, and he has no time to think about what others think.
Wei Mo's face is a bit red, but it also directly ignores the eyes of everyone who are not good.
Tiemu and Xiaozilong, one who dared not pass the half-point, one was thinking about tempting the plan, so no matter how people look at them, none of them put it in their hearts.
Death is extremely happy now, and the current from his hand stimulates him. He looked at Lu Qianqian deeply, looked at it, and felt that even his own eyes began to show current.
Strange current!
The owner's eyebrows are more curved, just like his own scythe, his eyes are darker, just like the black moon of his own world, his lips are redder, just like the most delicious soul, it seems to grow a little taller. To my shoulders, the chest... seems to be big, like what? The waist is thinner, like what?
No matter what, like to measure by hand, where is the change of the master.
The of death once again hugged Lu Zhiqian's waist, and the good feeling made him sigh.
Satisfied, so satisfied!
However, it would be better if you touch it again.
Death touched Lu's lips, which was incredibly soft.
It is better to kiss a kiss.
The of death pressed down his head, lips to lips, rubbing, groaning, biting, and sipping it with great cherishedness.
Lu Yiqian was helpless, and the returning who came back again seemed to be too enthusiastic.
Fortunately, she is now back in the room.
But this child is obviously a little green hair, isn't it?
"Kissing to close your eyes." Lu said.
"Master, I have been closed." He was really obedient.
How can this child be so cute? Now she is a little difficult to ride the tiger, continue, worry about the white blame her climbing the wall, stop, what to do with the previous promise of death, and at the beginning, she will have a good impression on him... difficult.
Just thinking about it, Death has pushed her to the bed, her hands covering her chest.
"It's big." Tolerate the bombardment of high-voltage currents, the death of the gods is judged: "Large three four four three one two five six ... centimeter (accurate to the decimal point after the decimal point)"
Lu Yi is a thousand, a speechless. How is he calculated so accurately? Saying, is there really so much?
Death is seriously staring at Lu’s chest, and seems to be thinking about a profound proposition:
Master, why is your chest getting bigger?

Lu Yuqian’s mouth couldn’t help but smoke:
This, because, because you are the master, I am developing.
Hey, this is a very sad story. She, the world, has already passed the developmental grade and came to this world. Extravagant.