Wild Malicious Consort: Good For Nothing Ninth Miss

“Hemp!” It was like a joy, wrapped around her neck, happily rubbing it around her neck.

The black line of the cloud dance door went straight down and the corner of the mouth pounded.

I tried to rip it off my neck, but it got too old to strangle her.

Under helplessness, the cloud dance had to soften its voice and bring it down.

But that little guy, the oil and salt don't come in.

She rubbed and rubbed it around her neck. Until it was tired for half a day, she was not willing to climb over her head and lie down. Her hair could not be pulled off by two little claws.

Makes cloud dance so depressing.

However, when the cloud dance saw the liquid in the egg shell, all the depression disappeared instantly.

Amberjack?

Wasn't that clear, sticky, in that cave, that millennial amber?

Though very sticky and highly toxic, it is a good thing to refine the hundred poisonous “Amberdam".

In the future, maybe not necessarily, put it away.

When the “Amberjack" is carefully packed, the cloud dance will put even the egg shell into the space.

That's satisfying, laughing.

The little guy over her head, looking at her behavior strangely.

Mahjong, do you like it when it pees?

I told you, if she really liked it, she'd pee a lot later.

However, if the cloud dance knew, what the world's population said, could encounter an undesirable “amberjack", something she regarded as a treasure, just its urine, surely it must spit blood directly.

After another day and night.

Inside the bottom hole.

A shadow, against that fat “stink," climbing up a little bit, sweaty.

“You stink, don't eat my hair, believe me or not, I'll throw you out of here.” After a day and a night of climbing, the hungry front chest patch went up the back, and it was found that the black hole was still missing, and I didn't know when I would be able to climb out.

This mood was already depressing. It was fat and stinky on her head, but she dragged her hair, put it in her mouth and ate it. It wasn't real. When she pulled it out of her mouth again, it was a wet saliva, sticky and disgusting.

At this time, he heard the smelly clatter. The cloud dance was intolerable. He reached out and pulled the hair from his mouth that had been stung.

Something in my mouth was pulled away, my stinky little mouth flattened, and my eyes filled with water, so pathetic.

“Hemp! ”

The cloud dance was so depressing that it just wanted to bite its teeth, pat it on its bald little head, intimidate the coarse voice; “If you scream again, I'll throw you away. ”

Stinky, flat mouth with tears in his eyes, his little paws shrunk and he looked pitiful.

“Afraid! ”

He said, it seemed to be delightful. The little fat face rubbed and rubbed over her head. That whole feeling was adorable.

“Just know you're scared, stay put, or I'll throw you away.” When I heard it knew I was scared, the cloud dance was in a better mood and I kept climbing up.

Soon, however.

“Tsk! ”

The snap, snap, snap, came from her head again, and the little guy was eating her hair again.

“Stinky! You're disgusting.” The cloud dance pulled her hair out of her mouth, and the feeling of sticky hair made her look dark.

The stench was drunk and then split again.