I've smashed the villain again

Chapter 243

He has already left his youthful state, and all the feathers on his feathers have grown out.

A few long black tail feathers dragged behind him, the black feathers on his body didn't have any other color, and there was a faint golden light under the outside light.

Soft, slippery, and feels pretty good.

The round head of Qiubu just squeezed out from under her palm, looking at her sideways.

He vaguely saw a little anger flashing across his eyes, and the next moment he chirped at her a few times.

Little Feather fluffed up and fluffed, then shrank back, seemed to snort, then found a comfortable place in her hand, lay down, closed her eyes and did not move.

laugh--

Is this raspy?

Tang Zhou watched, and reached out to scratch his chin.

He subconsciously shook his little body.

Probably scratching the right place made him feel good, he unconsciously stretched his little head towards Tang Zhou's finger.

Then I heard Tang Zhou humming softly from his throat.

He reacted, was stunned for a moment, opened his eyes and looked at her, there seemed to be a hint of anger in his eyes.

He raised his little orange paw and placed it on Tang Zhou's wrist.

reject--

You take your hands away—

Don't scratch——

However, the little head still followed instinct, rubbing against the back of her hand when doing these movements.

It's probably just saying you go away, you go away, but actually feel comfortable.

So awkward?

As a little milk chirp.

You should be more obedient?

Tang Zhou changed direction and continued to scratch him.

He chirped a few times angrily, but he didn't know what he was shouting.

After he ate such a spiritual plant, his spiritual power was blocked, just like when he was brought back by her.

So naturally I couldn't understand what he was chattering over there.

Tang Zhou didn't care.

Although I can probably understand what he means.

But if you don’t understand it, let’s pretend we didn’t hear it.

Continue to scratch in the other direction.

His little claws were a bit sharp, but when dealing with Tang Zhou, he still carefully put away his sharp nails, even if they were sharp, they would not hurt Tang Zhou.

Then, with his tender yellow mouth, he picked up Tang Zhou's fingers again and again, moved Tang Zhou's fingertips aside, and put them down.

Watching Tang Zhou's fingers turn in a circle again, he came back and continued scratching.

The fried-haired little milk chirped twice, angrily, then planed with her little paws, spread her wings, buried her head in the wings and did not move.

Knead how you like, I don't care about you.

Looking at the little guy who became a black fur ball again.

Tang Zhou snorted, put it away when he saw it was good, put the little fur ball into his arms, and continued to practice.

Noticing that her movements had quieted down, Yu Mo slowly poked his little head out from under the wings.

A pair of amber peas eyes looked straight at Tang Zhou's face.

Because of the spirit grass, he saved himself the effort of cultivation for more than a day.

All you need to do is rub the aura of heaven and earth in Tang Zhou's arms or something.

But the feeling of not having aura is really uncomfortable.

Sniffing Tang Zhou's breath more, Yu Mo thought as he suppressed the discomfort.

Then he turned his head to look at Tang Zhou's white jade-like fingers.

The temperature on her body is generally not very high, as if her fingers are warm jade, slightly cool but her inner strength reveals warmth.

(End of this chapter)