Mother Fox vows not to be a slave

Chapter 1187 Nine Tails, Never a Slave (10)

"If things go on like this, we won't be able to reach my jurisdiction even after dark. We're afraid we'll starve together." Dragon God stated a fact indifferently.

"What?! Then please ask Your Highness to take me away! I want to eat!" Mu Anan pinched the corner of the man's clothes and tugged, flattering and aggrieved.

"Aren't you afraid of heights now?"

"No, compared to food, nothing is important." Mu Anan said firmly.

"Could it be that you are not the Kyuubi? Are you the reincarnation of the rice-basket spirit?" Wenlang, the Dragon God, began to think seriously about the possibility of this issue.

"Your Highness, you really know how to joke."

The girl's complexion was already a little stiff, and he accepted it as soon as he saw it, and didn't fight her anymore.

Wen Lang opened the skirt of his clothes a little, "Come on, let's go quickly."

The man's complexion is fair, his collarbone is somewhat obvious, and the piece that was pulled out still reveals the texture of muscles.

Mu An'an's mind became hot.

She stared blankly at the man carved like jade, for a moment she didn't know what to do, and her nose felt hot.

Tick, tick.

"Why do you have a nosebleed?" Wen Lang hastily pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and covered it with the girl.

"No, it's okay. I've just been a little hot recently." Mu An'an took the handkerchief and covered her fragile nose, "Let's go."

Wenlang just wanted his body temperature and loose robe to block the biting cold wind from the little Nine Tails, so that he wouldn't get cold.

I didn't expect - she reacted so strongly.

"Well, hold on tight, it'll be soon."

An elegant person should always think about some serious things, but when Xiao Jiuwei's claws were pawing at the front of his clothes, he was still distracted.

It seemed like the girl was interested in his anatomy.

"Don't move around. We'll be there in a little while." Wenlang said, chuckling. He sped up, and the little fox in his chest that was addicted to death suddenly tightened up and clasped his chest tightly. placket!

"Hey! Brother, how could you do this! Slow down! Slow down!"

Xiao Jiuwei's terrified voice was dissipated in the wind, and rarely reached Wen Lang's ears.

Of course, even if he heard it, he would only speed up.

After all, teasing a cute girl is something everyone is willing to do.

"Your Highness! I was wrong, I was wrong! Can you slow down!!"

"Your Highness! Are we here yet! Why did you start making such a big circle! I was really wrong!"

"Your Highness!!"

The girl's voice can be regarded as resounding through the entire land.

Wen Lang finally stopped as if realizing his conscience. He pulled Xiaohu out of his chest and pressed it in his palm.

"An'an, remember to change your clothes."

"Ah?" Mu An'an was held down, unable to move at all, she could only ask weakly, "Why do you need to change clothes?"

This dress was sewn for her by her mother, saying that she was afraid that she would miss home in the far away place, so that she could remember her - after all, she had been away for many years, and she didn't know when she would be able to come back.

The Dragon God always counts pennies and pennies, but this time Mu An'an disturbed his tranquility, and it might be difficult for him to go on the road ahead.

"As a personal maid, you probably have to change clothes." Wen Lang didn't answer directly, but just said casually.

He couldn't help but start to imagine what this silly girl would look like in a moon-white dress—it must be so cute and delicate that one couldn't help but want to ravage her.

"what?"

"Personal maid?"

"How close?"

Mu An'an only felt his brain heat up, and it seemed that some liquid flowed out of his nasal cavity!
She raised her paw in a panic and wiped it, but found nothing.

"what are you thinking about!"

　Four more.

　　Good night!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)