Wild Malicious Consort: Good For Nothing Ninth Miss

Without waiting for the cloud dance to say anything, Yunqi was ready to leave.

“Grandpa, can I ask you a question?” At this point, however, the cloud dance suddenly opened its mouth.

Yunqi turned her head and looked at the cloud dance: “What is it? ”

“My mother, are those purple eyes too?” With this question, cloud dance seems to be a casual question.

However, it stunned Yunqi.

Then, her eyebrows slightly wrinkled and paused for a few seconds before opening: “That year, I was out at the border guard, and I hadn't seen your mother with my own eyes, but I heard that when she was angry, her eyes did turn purple with her emotions. ”

When angry, it turns purple?

Previously, I heard that Purple Eyes, in the Witch Nation, is a noble and unique existence.

So, is her mother really a witch?

Is the queen also...

……

This side is not calm, however, the other side at this time, too, is some chicken dog jumping!

A cave deep in the forest!

A middle-aged man, smoking all over, dragging a bunch of slippery little things, walked in angrily.

“Master! ”

“So what happened? Not at this time, do not disturb the maintenance of the master!” The gray-haired old man sitting on a rock in a cave opened his wise eyes and frowned slightly at the increasingly furious apprentice.

This has happened more than once.

The middle-aged man seemed intolerable and threw the little thing in his hand on the floor. The little thing screamed and rolled a few rolls on the ground before stopping.

Head up, open those big eyes, look at the old man sitting on the rock, rub the painful stomach with his little paw: "Master, it hurts! ”

The old man looked up at the middle-aged man and said, "Seamless, didn't I tell you not to abuse it in this time? Why are you acting like this? ”

The middle-aged man was seamless, sniffed, looked at the poor smell on the ground, almost chewed the root of his teeth: “Master, the apprentice didn't mean to disturb your cleaning, nor to abuse it, but rather, the immature glass fruit tree that we planted outside, even the skinned one, was eaten up by this ghost thing again. ”

The glass fruit tree outside took decades to cultivate successfully, and it took another hundred years to produce the glass fruit.

This is not yet ripe. At first glance this morning, don't say green fruit, even the roots of the bark are missing.

There's only one big belly, fat as a ball, lying on the ground with a hiccup.

You don't have to guess, you know it's for eating.

Hundreds of years of hard work is paying for the water flow again. It's only weird if you don't blow up.

And, when I think about it, for the first time in more than half a month, I don't know how many times it has eaten the precious spirit medicine, and the worst thing is that it doesn't have precious rare things, it doesn't have to say anything, it specializes in the most precious and rare things.

I almost couldn't help but slap it to death.

However, his master, since bringing it back, has not been free to detain it merely by setting a boundary within a hundred meters of the outside.

At first, this little thing, it's going to fear them a little bit, it's going to converge.

But, slowly, it's like Mountain King. Except for the old man's ass under the rock range, any inch of land within this boundary has been abused by it.

Moreover, the most intolerable thing is that this little thing, at first, only picked fruit to eat, but then...