After dressing up as a demon, i was pregnant with a cub

Part 35

the smelling people's attention was drawn away by the pair of wings, and they could no longer move away, and he drunk was stared at by him uncomfortably, and ordered: "get out." "

"zun shang quickly put on his clothes, don't get cold," smelling ren yu did not go out, but walked towards him, "zun shang... what about clothes? "

he drunk silence.

but where can he make up clothes, or put on existing clothes, or hang them here?

the two looked at each other for half a moment, smelling people and not hearing his explanation, and suddenly guessed something, he slightly shuddered: "should you..."

he drunk continued to remain silent.

the silence of the emperor meant acquiescence, and the smelling man looked down at the other person's hand—the dress he was holding was somewhat familiar, as if he had left a nest for the bird.

now he drunk covered the key parts with clothes, and all the other places were exposed, xu felt that it was too embarrassing to be watched like this, and the wings behind his back sneaked up in front of him, trying to cover his body.

the corner of the little protector's lips curled up a little tiny, and was discovered by he drunken's eyes, who had a very headache, and comforted himself that he had turned into a bird and been carried in his arms for several days anyway, and no matter how humiliating he was, he could not do so: "if you want to laugh, just laugh, don't hold back." "

"the subordinates don't dare," wen renju immediately flattened the corners of his mouth, "is the supreme being prepared to wear the clothes of his subordinates, or is he going to wear his own?"

he drunk just wanted to say that your clothes were too ill-fitting, and now he was angry and empty, and he couldn't get out of his clothes, so he saw the other party feel something in the storage space, and he couldn't help but be stunned: "why are you holding my clothes?" "

the smeller did not answer, only silently shook the dress open, and a cluster of magic qi was emitted from the fingertips, and two openings were made in the back of the clothes.

he drunk watched his movements, and he didn't know whether to care about "the little protector and his habit of collecting his clothes" or whether he should be embarrassed that "he really had to make a hole in his clothes to put down two wings", so he simply didn't say anything, and sat in the same place without saying a word, letting the other party fiddle.

wen ren quickly helped him change his clothes, the thick feathers at the base of his wings covered the opening in his clothes, and then he spread out the ink hair that had been pulled open, and there was no problem from the surface.

he was drunk and embarrassed, and it was difficult to say anything, so he had to accept this dress for the time being, and his heart said that he still did not want to go out until he could return to normal, he did not want to be seen by more people.

but this is not his night peak, he can't restrain the people here like he did to restrain the demons, especially shen wanchun, he must find an excuse to heal his wounds, if he stays in the house all the time, it will cause people to be suspicious... it was better to simply call chu wei to perform the evil spell -- it was better to let the right protector see it than to let shen wanchun see it.

he was concentrating on thinking about countermeasures, when he suddenly felt that his back was very itchy, he turned his head and found that the smelling people were secretly touching his wings, his expression suddenly became less friendly, and he said quietly: "what? "

smelling the small movements he noticed, he hurriedly withdrew his hand, and the root of his ear was stained with a suspicious thin red: "no... it's nothing. "