Quickly pass through the male god's cute wife

Chapter 392

Qinglong felt a little uneasy, and panicked inexplicably.

Seeing Qinglong, who has always loved money, sitting in a daze, Xuanwu kicked him under the table, "What are you thinking?"

Qinglong frowned, he said, "I always feel that something is going to happen."

Xuanwu didn't take it seriously, "What can happen, no one here can beat us, what are you worried about?"

Qinglong shook his head, "No..."

"Don't think too much, just take it." Xuanwu divided the jade beads in his hand and threw them to Qinglong.

Qinglong didn't understand the source of his uneasiness, he pinched his fingers and calculated, but couldn't figure out anything, his eyes seemed to be covered by fog, and there was nothing.

He sighed and gave up if he couldn't figure it out.

Just as he was about to put the jade beads into his pocket, he saw that Suzaku, who had rushed out angrily just now, had turned back.

With a strange expression on his face, he stood motionless at the door of the room.

"Suzaku, what's wrong with you?" Qinglong stood up and walked towards him.

Suzaku shook his head, his eyes flicked left and right, "No...it's all right."

"What are you playing, still angry?" Qinglong laughed.

He had already walked to Suzaku's side, and was about to grab his shoulder with his hand, when a small white hand stretched out from behind him, directly grabbing his entire arm.

Qinglong was startled, and subconsciously twitched, but he couldn't move.

The little hand holding him was extremely thin, it looked like the hand of an underage girl, but the strength was surprisingly great, even if he was a divine beast, he was completely suppressed.

Suzaku was suddenly pushed away from the door, he staggered and flew out, finally stabilizing himself in front of the mahjong table.

The sudden change shocked Xuanwu and Baihu who were still packing up.

They reached out to support Suzaku who was about to grab the ground with its head, and looked coldly at the door.

When he saw the face against the light at the door, he immediately turned into a sculpture, his body stiffened and motionless.

Fuck, who can tell them when this monster will come back.

The same is true for Qinglong. When he was in a daze, Qiyue threw him over his shoulder and threw him to the ground.

Qinglong: "..."

He grinned in pain, his handsome face distorted.

Don't ask him why he doesn't hide or resist, he has no room to resist in Qiyue's hands.

But it's not bad to be thrown like this. If he was in the ancient world, without so many restrictions, he would definitely be skinned and cramped, and then be rescued by this girl's wonderful hands.

Thinking of the past, Qinglong was like tears of bitterness.

My younger sister is too powerful, she is really a perfect little devil, she is so bullied that she dare not resist.

Several other people were scared out of their wits.

Their knees softened, and they knelt on the ground with a thud, their upper bodies were completely attached to the ground, their hands were raised above their heads, and they said in unison, "This matter has nothing to do with us, it's all Qinglong's idea, we were forced. "

No matter what, it is always right to throw the pot first.

After all, they don't want to be skinned and plucked.

That feeling, that taste, is really unforgettable.

Unforgettable so I don't want to revisit it.

Anyway, it was the plan that Qinglong discussed with them at the beginning, so there is nothing wrong with saying that it was Qinglong's idea.

Besides, Qinglong is the brother of the little devil, so she should not be able to do it.

A few people thought this way, but the little heart was hanging in the air and dared not fall down.

Qinglong lying immobile with a large-diameter pot on his back: "..."

(End of this chapter)