Princess Mengyue was stunned. What was her brother doing at this time? Could it be that she was here to persuade her to "return to the right"?

She rubbed her eyebrows with a headache. Although she didn't want the good thing to be interrupted at this time, the priest brother still wanted to meet him, otherwise no one would cover her anymore...

She stood up and glared at Luo Qingyu: "Sustain here! If my wonderful brother has any mistakes, please carefully remove your skin and feed the divine mastiff!"

Luo Qingyu lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes and agreed.

Princess Mengyue turned around and left.

Before leaving, he was worried, so he called a female slave in and asked her and Luo Qingyu to guard Di Shiyin together, and wait for her to come back before talking.

As soon as Princess Mengyue left, Luo Qingyu lit the female slave's acupoint.

She moved quickly and quickly, and the female slave stopped even before she could even scream.

Di Shiyin was still sitting there, watching her move neatly, and a smile appeared on the corner of her lips: "Are you finally willing to take action?"

Luo Qingyu clapped his hands and looked down at him, and his thin lips pursed a smile: "Master, it's not that I'm reluctant to let go, but that I'm afraid you won't want to let go. After all, this beauty is so beautiful and she is so enthusiastic about you. This romantic encounter cannot be encountered at all times. You have to enjoy it, right? The disciple is very happy to see you..."

He suddenly captured her wrist, and Luo Qingyu might as well, but he was extremely strong. He pulled it slightly, and Luo Qingyu was pulled down by him, and his eyes were facing his eyes, and his eyebrows were facing his eyebrows.

"Little Feather, I see that your courage is getting bigger and bigger." His voice was cold, but there was a smile in his eyes, and his fingers gently brushed her lips: "Are you jealous?"

"You are jealous!" Luo Qingyu blurted out: "I just don't want you, the young seedling of your motherland, to be robbed by a pig!"

She wanted to straighten her body, but Di Shiyin held her wrist tightly. She kept getting up and pulled him up.

Luo Qingyu felt less pressure at this national master who was half shorter than her and not as capable as her, so she couldn't help but look at him: "That-master, if your disciple didn't break in in time just now, would you have a bridal chamber with this pocket beauty?"

Indra smiled slightly and said something that was not worth the effort: "Guess."

Guess? Do you still need to guess?

Luo Qingyu rolled his eyes and said bluntly: "You look like this - you will be exposed at that time, right? If this small little princess finds that you are still a child, I wonder if she will vomit blood in anger?"

She narrowed her eyes and smiled like a little fox who had just stole a fishy fish; "To be honest, I'm really looking forward to the arrival of that moment. I wonder how she will punish you then? Should I wait for you to grow up or..."

Indra slowly slid the corner of his clothes: "Don't worry, you won't wait until that time."
Chapter completed!