Wild Malicious Consort: Good For Nothing Ninth Miss

Not for long. Again.

Back and forth, the cloud dance has felt all sticky, wet and disgusting.

But the little thing is still happy.

Start the cloud dance to drink it two sentences, it can still be a little scared of peace, but this time, it's comfortable and enjoyable.

You pull your hair back, it chews on this side. The more you pull, the harder it chews.

At the end of the day, the cloud dance almost saved me the strength to drink it.

Eat it. Eat enough. How dirty is your hair? If it likes to eat so much, it will disgust itself.

Cloud dance is depressing and depressing, but it continues to climb up, trying to climb.

In fact, she just escaped her life and fell into the phoenix nest, but for no reason she got such a red egg, and hatched such a fat weird thing, and upgraded directly to become a nanny. Is it easy for her?

Now, it also has this strange taste for eating people's hair, which really makes her frontal black line look so sweaty.

Wait, the first thing is to throw it back to its mother.

Just as the cloud dance tried to climb and climb, it seemed tacitly felt that the exit was not far away, and I was delighted.

Suddenly.

“Bombing…” What an explosion sounds, shaking vibrations coming from the mountains.

“Ah!” The cloud danced a shout.

The convex stone in his hand shook down, his body instantly followed the broken kite and fell down again.

Pause God, the cloud dance is really going to blow, “Shit, which bastard made this move? ”

The wrist guard of silkworm silk, trying to go towards the walls around it, slipped, and the falling body could not stop.

Was she destined to dance in this bottomless hole, this cripple?

However, this is the moment.

The hair was torn apart and the painful cloud dance almost broke my teeth, almost cursing my mouth.

The falling body stopped instantly.

Turns out, the little thing lying on top of her head, her hands and feet dragging her hair, trying to stir up the little wings behind her.

But the cloud dance is so big, it seems like it has exhausted its milk strength to keep her from falling down, “heavy..."

The sound of childish milk, very hard work.

The cloud dance couldn't see what it looked like, but it felt like it was trying its best to drag her hair to death.

And she, the funny look of her hair being dragged.

However, she also took the opportunity to hastily read and manipulate the willow strip wrapped around her thin waist and spread it towards both sides of the hole, adhering tightly to the wall.

The cloud danced like the spider, hanging in the middle of the willow strip.

Strangely enough, the willow strips that come out of her waist, like a part of her body, are powered by a force, and she can do whatever she wants.

I don't know if it's a blessing or a disaster.

“Okay, okay, you can let go. You're gonna pull your hair out.” As soon as the cloud dance stabilized, he reached out and grabbed the little thing over his head.

Don't let it drag you down, your hair is really naked.

The little thing seemed tired, put the little wing away and let her grab it.

She slipped her eyes and looked at the cloud dance, her tender little face, and rubbed it in her hand, "numb, tired. ”

Speaking of which, its little body, like a mud loaf, followed her hand and lay down on her chest.

Then, especially beside her, like nobody else, she slipped into her collar and snailed into her arms.

Soon, it seemed to hear that little “snoring” coming out of her arms.