The God of Quick Transmigration is on again

Chapter 1395 Hero, Dried This Bowl of Chicken Soup (183)

Of course, Nangong Wubing's mouth was still stuffed with a handkerchief, and he couldn't make any sound.

"Master Nangong, how are you? Have you figured it out?" Jiuye looked at him with a faint smile.

"If you haven't figured it out yet, I can give you another slap." Jiuye said.

Nangong Wubing seemed to be in a frenzy now, and he swung his hands vigorously, trying to break away from the hands of Lian Mo and Jiuye holding his wrist, and he stood up from the ground.

"Young Master Nangong, are you willing to go back?" Jiuye asked him indifferently, still firmly grasping his wrist, and keeping a distance from him.

Of course Jiuye knew that this guy wanted to beat him.

Even Mo grabbed Nangong Wubing's other wrist, but he didn't know whether to let go.

Brother Lian Mo, let go.Nangong Wubing really wanted to say this sentence, but he couldn't.

"Young Master Ye, you shouldn't reach out to beat Wubing," Lian Mo said.

Hearing this, Nangong Wubing looked at him tearfully, with infinite grievances pouring out of his heart.

"Lian Daxia, Mr. Nangong, he is too stubborn, he needs to be beaten up to stop being so stubborn." Jiuye said.

Lian Mo wanted to reach out to take out the handkerchief stuffed in Nangong Wubing's mouth, but the handkerchief was stuffed in his mouth all the time, and it was uncomfortable.

Lian Mo's slender fingers still touched the handkerchief in Nangong Wubing's mouth.

"Hero Lian, what if Mr. Nangong bites his tongue again when he takes out his handkerchief?" Seeing Lian Mo like this, Jiuye shook his head and said so.

"Wu Bing, stop biting your tongue." Lian Mo said to Nan Gong Wu Bing.

Nangong Wubing looked at him pitifully with his eyes, and in his heart he hoped that Lian Mo would take the handkerchief out of his mouth.

Nangong Wubing hurriedly nodded to him.

"Master Lian, don't trust him easily. What if he bites his tongue again?" Jiuye said, "This tongue is very important. It's better not to take off the handkerchief first."

Nangong Wubing turned his head and stared at Jiuye fiercely, with anger and hatred mixed in his eyes.

Jiuye waved her hand lightly, pretending that she didn't see it.

"No disease, you have to promise me that you won't bite your tongue anymore." Lian Mo said.

I promise you.Nangong Wubing nodded to him, nodded heavily, and nodded again and again.

"Even the hero, still can't easily trust Mr. Nangong." Jiuye said.

Nangong Wubing raised his foot towards Jiuye, and just kicked in the past. Jiuye reacted quickly and easily avoided it.

Nangong Wubing was so angry, his eyes were red again, he wished that long flames would shoot out from his eyes, and burn Jiuye into a roast chicken.

Hearing Jiuye's words, Lian Mo hesitated again.

Nangong twitched without illness, and shed tears again.

"No disease..." Lian Mo didn't know what to do when he heard him cry.

Woooooo... Tears dripped down, dripping down.

Finally, Lian Mo relented, reached out and took the handkerchief out of his mouth.

"Lian Daxia..." Jiuye looked at him.

Nangong Wubing is now, as long as he can cry aloud, his cheeks on both sides are sore and painful.

"You..." Nangong Wubing pointed at Jiuye, wanting to scold him, but he didn't know what to scold him.

Nangong Wubing is not good at swearing.

"You bastard!" After a while, Nangong Wuyi cursed.

"Brother Lian Mo, let go of my wrist." Nangong Wubing said to Lian Mo, then looked at Jiuye again, and said fiercely, "You also let go of my wrist!" The voice was very fierce, And with an aggressive air.

(End of this chapter)