"However, this kind of kung fu can only be learned by innate masters. Like you ... or forget it!"
Ye Qingli gave him an angry look.This guy must be deliberately playing himself!
Isn't it an innate master!
What is worth deriving!
With his own progress, he will definitely become an innate master soon!
When the time comes, see if he can show off like this in front of himself!
She decided to ignore him for five minutes.
Turned around.
"Angry?"
Jun Aohan looked at her with a spoiled look.
Whatever he thinks, he feels that the woman in front of him makes him not love enough.
There seems to be a very complicated characteristic in her.
Sometimes, she is mature, calm and scary.
Sometimes, she will be cute and coquettish, so that he can hurt the bones ...
"Okay, if you are angry, the gift of the deity will not be given to you."
"gift?"
Ye Qingli turned her head.
"what gift?"
"A gift specially selected for you from the underground black market, you will love it ..."
"Is it expensive?"
The two got together sweetly, and then slipped outside to go shopping.
Jun Aohan still wears the mask that Ye Qingli gave him today.
Not to mention, it's really appropriate to wear it for a long time.
This mask completely blocked his face.
However, he still couldn't stop his masculine charm.
Ye Qingli looked at him.
One side sighed quietly.
Fortunately, after all, people mainly look at their faces ...
They walked around for a long time until the sun went west.
Ye Qingli asked, "Aren't you tired?"
Generally speaking, shopping with women is not a very tiring thing for men.
"Not tired."
Jun Aohan's answer is simple and powerful.
As long as she is around.
No matter what you do, you are not tired at all.
"Well……"
Ye Qingli was very satisfied with his answer.
Although he doesn't usually say those sweet words.
However, what I say is quite pleasing to myself ...
"Let's go somewhere else."
She brought in the little red horse that was kept aside.
"Let's run outside the city!"
"no need!"
Jun Aohan blew a whistle, and then a black horse ran beside him.
It was his BMW, named Blast.
He flew on horseback.
Reach out for Ye Qingli.
"Come up!"
After talking, Ye Qingli didn't wait to answer.
She directly took her hand and dragged her on horseback.
Let her sit in her arms.
Then, the longitudinal horse galloped out.
Soon, they ran to a street.
This street is very deserted.
Ye Qingli asked curiously.
"Where did everyone go?"
"Perhaps, is there any big man going through it."
Jun Aohan said casually.
He glared away.
Hasn't it been ordered already?
Why doesn't the proud wind appear?
At this time, a carriage slowly came over from the end of the street.
The black body and the two blood bat-like flags swayed from side to side.
On the streets of broad daylight, a gust of wind suddenly blew!
Ghost King's carriage!
Through the car curtain, you can vaguely see a very tall figure sitting in the carriage.
It was exactly the same as Ye Qingli saw yesterday.
Ye Qingli was startled.
That guy, won't he recognize himself?
She quickly buried her head in Jun Aohan's arms.
"Quick, let's go around!"