Fast wearing witch code

Chapter 792 The Little Crying Bag of the Demon Cult Leader 61 (End)
Man Luo didn't choose to attack directly, her hand lightly brushed Jiang Meier's wrist which was used to block, and she used her strength to go around Jiang Meier's back. Before Jiang Meier could turn around, Man Luo quickly sealed her acupuncture points.

Jiang Meier didn't even make a single move, and she was already suppressed by Man Luo and couldn't move.

She fell softly to the ground with a thump, and looked up at Man Luo in disbelief: "How could you..."

Isn't Tang Tang always a squeamish and crying lady?How can there be such a powerful effort!
Man Luo squatted down with a smile, and said softly, "You just said that if I win, you can let me handle it."

Hearing her words, Jiang Meier's body tensed up suddenly, she gritted her teeth, closed her eyes and raised her neck: "I will do what I say, if you want to kill, you will do as you please!"

"Really?" Looking at Jiang Meier's composure, but her eyelashes were trembling, she couldn't help but chuckled.

Although this is the right protector of the Devil's Cult, but upon closer inspection, it seems that she is a little younger than her.

Recalling her attitude when she mentioned Ji Fan, Man Luo propped his chin and asked with interest: "Why are you always hostile to me? Do you like Ji Fan?"

Jiang Meier opened her eyes abruptly, with a strange expression on her face: "What are you talking about, I have always regarded the leader as..."

She lost her parents since childhood, and it was Ji Fan who brought her back to the Devil's Cult and gave her a stable place to live.

"What do you take Ji Fan for?" Man Luo stared at her.

Jiang Meier clenched her fists: "Godfather, treat him as a godfather!"

Man Luo blinked, thinking about Ji Fan's young and handsome face, he really couldn't be connected with the word godfather.

Looking at Jiang Meier, who was extremely uncomfortable in front of him, Man Luo's eyes were full of smiles: "Okay, take out the painting you destroyed, and copy it a hundred times for me."

Jiang Meier thought that Man Luo would make excessive demands, such as expelling her from the Demon Cult, abolishing her martial arts, or cutting off her limbs, but she didn't expect that the other party would just ask her to copy calligraphy and painting?

"It's that simple?"

Man Luo pursed his lips and spread his hands: "I still want to hear you call godmother."

Jiang Meier: "..."
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Not long after sending Jiang Meier away, Ji Fan entered the room holding a bouquet of flowers.

Man Luo was still sitting in front of the desk and reading a book, but Ji Fan always felt that something was wrong in the room, but before he could take a closer look at the room, Man Luo had put down the book and looked at him with a smile.

"What did you bring back?"

Seeing that Man Luo's gaze fell on the flower, Ji Fan raised his lips: "It's a flower."

As he spoke, he handed the flowers in his hand to Man Luo.

I don't know where Ji Fan went to pick the flowers. It's already autumn, but the flowers in her hands are still blooming very brightly. Man Luo touched the soft petals, and took a deep breath of the fragrant air: " gorgeous."

The girl is holding flowers. Against the backdrop of the flowers, her delicate skin looks fairer. There is a touching smile in those beautiful almond eyes, and the red lips are slightly raised. A frown and a smile seem to be able to capture the soul. .

Ji Fan looked at the girl steadily, his throat rolled unconsciously, the throbbing in his heart made him slightly narrow his long and narrow phoenix eyes, leaning over and slowly approaching her.

The shadow shrouded, and before Man Luo raised her head, her body suddenly flew into the air.

Ji Fan hugged her and went straight to the bed.

The girl and Hua were put together on a soft bed, Ji Fan stared at the scene in front of him, his thin lips curled up in a seductive arc.

Man Luo looked at the darker and darker color in Ji Fan's eyes, and pointed out: "Ji Fan, it's daytime."

The outstretched hand was gently held by the other party, Ji Fan looked down at her, his figure lowered a little bit, and a low magnetic smile sounded in his ear: "Mrs. is more beautiful than flowers..."

　This story is over~

　　The next one is the plane of the Republic of China, the major general is not allowed to write now, let’s write the story of the Liyuan opera singer and the young master~
　　good night good night~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)