Mr. Dior

CHAPTER 20: (5)

[Beautiful ... beautiful ... beautiful ...]

[Dad said: You are such a poor group, what qualifications are there to see my little prince! 】

[Suddenly got swollen with Chen Mo's father? 】

[Are you still so sweet after seven years of marriage? It turns out that money can really buy love! 】

[Tie the old iron! 】

There was only a solitary silver mech left in the game screen, and it was brushed by various discussions about the love of the rich. The demon anger sipped a cola: "Wang!"

Jiao Qi was still looking down at the live broadcast, and when he came back, he found that he had been held in his arms by Zhang Dazhen ... licking his neck.

"Hmm ... don't make a noise." It was like being licked by a big dog, the heat was spraying around his neck, itching.

The marshal licked the fair-shouldered neck in fascination. As long as he took a bite, he could put a strong temporary mark on his wife. It is said that Omega, which is strongly labeled, appears to be short and fully labeled. How tempting? The little wife who totally relied on him, begging him not to go too far, and took the initiative to hug, must be particularly cute.

"You see, I'm the most powerful Alpha of the empire, and no one is more qualified to mate with you than me."

mating……

Do you have to say something so bad? Jiao Qi reluctantly shut down the live broadcast: "This is not called mating | matching, this is called makelove, OK?"

"Don't learn those hypocritical Beta, make mating | so-so-sounding, a group of hypocrites," Zhang Chenzhen asked his young wife to lean on his chest, put his chin on the top of his soft hair, and the big bear hugged the little bear. Omega's fight for rights is nothing more than fighting for Omega's mating rights. "

The Marshal sighed, his young wife was too simple, and it was easy to believe the rhetoric of those people, which made him feel uneasy before marking them thoroughly.

"..." Jiao Qi didn't want to discuss Omega's human rights issues with him, and reopened Intellect to continue watching the live broadcast.

The unscrupulous boss who beat him unilaterally left, and the demon king happily started the novice task, digging, ironing, and metallurgy in the novice village to build himself a weapon other than iron rods.

"For the time being, we can't send a live copy of Xinshou Village to everyone, then we will play a little more iron here. Wait to kill Xinshou Village, take out ten iron bars, and scare them!"

[Ten iron rods are 100 points of damage, one step closer to 10,000 points of damage! 】

[Cheer up, one day you can defeat the Marshal of the Empire. 】

[Ha ha ha ha ha, stop talking, the devil is about to cry. 】

[The benefits of changing jobs to plantains are many. Is the devil quitting for this job? 】

[Because the old dog has a big face, the devil thinks he should come to Basho. 】

Talking about it, it is inevitable to be asked about the problem of changing jobs. Due to the constraints of the contract, Gou Xin couldn't say bad things about Banana after he changed his job and had only various connotations. In the spirit of gossip, everyone wants to hear what the devil is saying.