Chapter 409

The frost on Zongzheng's face condensed more. The air in the study seemed frozen, and the temperature dropped sharply.

He regretted for a moment that he had not solved her before.

Pet saw his idea from his eyes, couldn't help but hook his lips and said, "regret?"

Zongzheng did not answer. From the bottom of his heart, he felt that she would not hurt him, but might... Be taken advantage of by her.

"It's no use regretting." pet rubbed his hair and made his hair messy.

The man's soft black fragments spread down, slightly covered his eyes, his face was no longer cold and abstinence, and brought him a bit of evil, beautiful and strange breath.

Pet Yu bowed his head and kissed his lips. His lips were very thin and cold, just like him.

The Pope kept kissing and kissing without saying a word until the temperature of each other rose, and his breath was disordered, sometimes subconsciously responding.

The pet bit his lips and said softly, "it's said that the Zongzheng family has many magic tutors. Would you ask them to teach Luo Mengmeng magic?"

"Do you think I will make my opponent strong?" the man's voice was a dull, low, slightly magnetic voice, which was particularly good.

Pet felt his ears crisp, and his slender fingers poked on his chest with silent temptation.

"The opponent is too weak and boring, isn't he? Is the young master Zongzheng afraid? Afraid of failure?"

The Pope stared at her, his voice was calm and cold, and said, "you don't have to excite me."

The teaching of the patriarchal family is never to despise your enemy, nor to relax your vigilance, and never give the enemy a chance to grow.

The low-level aggressive method is useless to him. It's better for him to have one less enemy.

With a smile from her pet, she still didn't enter the oil and salt. Luo Mengmeng's growth rate is too slow now.

In about a month, the Imperial Academy of magic will hold the promotion competition of magic summoners. Luo Mengmeng has the opportunity to compete for the divine staff because of her family.

Therefore, Luo Mengmeng must be strong!

Only when she is really strong, Luo Mengmeng can live well without using the spirit!

Any world is cruel. Only when you are independent and strong can you better protect yourself.

The pet picked a beautiful eyebrow and said, "young master Zongzheng, we are so close that you won't give us any kindness?"

Zongzheng's thin lips pursed slightly and said, "she's not suitable for the competition."

This "she" refers to Luo Mengmeng. At first, the four aristocratic families didn't pay attention to Luo Mengmeng until there was an envoy in the college to help Luo Mengmeng.

Luo Mengmeng's temperament is too soft. Without the protection of the demon queen, she can easily be kicked out.

The pet lay on his body, his side face against his hard chest, listening to his steady heartbeat.

"Everyone will grow, so will she," she whispered. "I promised to help her get the divine staff, and I will do it."

"Your hand!" the Pope shouted.

The man's ascetic and indifferent expression collapsed, his face was full of anger, and the cold light twinkled in his eyes.

The pet curled his lips and smiled. His blood red eyes twinkled with a cunning light and said, "young master Zongzheng, do you agree or not?"

His figure is really good. He has eight abdominal muscles and a perfect Mermaid line. After taking off his clothes, he must make a woman spray nosebleed.

"Take it out!" said the Pope gnashing his teeth.

Pet's soft fingers pressed his muscles and whispered in his ear, "do you agree?"