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However, the feeling when he kissed her was quite good. The Ghost Lord, who usually liked curves and curves, suddenly had such a strange thought. Could it be that he was influenced by that damnable fellow? Otherwise, why would he suddenly have such interest in this lady who was like an airport?

Yan Ye kept kissing the woman in his embrace. He knew that as long as he continued kissing, he wouldn't disappear, but if he were to let go at this moment, and kiss again in the next moment, that damned idea would take control of his body, so he definitely could not waste it at this moment. Since this damned woman dared to challenge him to the might of a sovereign, then he would have to kiss her thoroughly right now.

He stretched out his hand and mercilessly pulled away the person in his embrace. Even though he felt a tinge of reluctance, he inexplicably panicked when he saw the woman cry. This was truly a terrible feeling.

"I can save him, but why should I help you?"

Once he said that, Hua Xiaoxian immediately frowned, she used a strange look to size up the Great Demonic Lord, and the next one slowly spoke two words: "Lunatic …."

"What did you say?"

In an instant, the Great Ghost Lord was angered, his bloodshot eyes almost popping out of their sockets. How could this Ghost Lord be called a lunatic by so many people? And this woman in front of him, with so many people shouting out without reservation, had suddenly appeared right in front of him.

"Yan Ye?"

Although Hua Xiaoxian was not stupid, sshe had at least seen through some tricks, and it seemed that the one in front of him was not a lunatic disease, but a true personality disorder. If the one in front of him was also Yan Ye, then the naturally silly Yan Ye he normally met was the master.

Of course, everything that happened in front of her eyes was merely Hua Xiaoxian's guess at the moment, and as for what exactly was going on, it was likely that it was much more complicated than Hua Xiaoxian had imagined. However, Hua Xiaoxian had guessed correctly, what she sensed was not the Yan Ye who was following her at that moment and was also watching Korean dramas.

"Call me Night!"

Yan Ye was a little disdainful of using the same name as the consciousness, so he gave the woman in front of him such a huge authority without thinking.

"Why?"

Hua Xiaoxian was curious, the first time she saw Yue Yang, she wanted to strangle him to death, but now she was trying to get close to him.

Suddenly, both of their eyes were wary of Yan Ye, afraid that the fellow in front of them would suddenly do something evil.

"Woman, what are you thinking about and what are you not? This Sovereign has not reached the time where I am not interested in an airport yet."

Great Ghost Lord seemed to instantly see through the thoughts of this particular woman, and the words that came out of his mouth were actually the same thoughts in Hua Xiaoxian's mind right now.

Hua Xiaoxian's face instantly flushed red. She looked down at her chest in embarrassment and anger, then raised her head to look at Great Ghost Lord Ming in disdain. In the next moment, she roared out in dissatisfaction, "No matter what, it will still be bigger than yours!"

At first, he thought that the woman in front of him would say something, but what he did not expect was that the woman in front of him mustered up all her courage and said something like that to him. This really made him …

At this moment, a woman was actually talking to a man about the fact that her chest was bigger than his, and it was not that he was thinking too much, but if this woman's chest was not as big as his, then he was afraid that the woman in front of him was really himself.

Just thinking about it, the Great Ghost Lord felt that this woman was not an ordinary bold person. Just where did his consciousness take a fancy to her? Could it be because her chest was bigger than his own?

"What are you looking at?"

Hua Xiaoxian's face was red from embarrassment, her almond-shaped eyes were wide open as she glared at the Great Demonic Lord, at that moment, Hua Xiaoxian had completely treated the Great Demonic Lord as a wolf guarding against him, all that happened that originally caused his mind to be damaged, at that moment, everything was thrown to the back of his mind, what remained was only the theory of the hoodlum who was peeping at his chest, in front of him.

"Even if you don't say it, it might not be as big as mine!"

At this moment, ghost lord Ming was truly seriously pondering. After all, he felt that his chest wasn't as big as this little woman's, and a hint of contempt appeared on his face.

"You … "You …"

"It seems like it's better to not cry than to cry!"