1617: C1617 Don't Don't

C1617 Don't Don't

"Don't, don't..."

Lucifer looked at the charming smile in front of him and retreated in shock. What a joke! Her smile was definitely not kind. It was fine to go out and lie to other men, but it was fine to do it internally!

Anyone would be scared to the point that half of their soul would fall out of their body!

It had to be said that Jade Weed's name was on par with Jade Weed's name in the night of a hundred ghosts!

No matter if it was appearance, technique, or ability, they were all royal daughters!

Apart from the Seventh Master and the Chief Hall Master of Seven Fiend Hall, the other two were the Hall Master of Fallen God Hall, Zhu Tian, and the Chief of Ghost Hall, Jade Algae. They were definitely good at playing with each other.

"Little sister Hanba, save big brother!" Lucifer hurriedly called out to Hanba for help.

Everyone in the Seven Fiend Hall knew that Lucifer loved to provoke Hanba, but she had never given him a good look!

As expected!

As his voice faded, Hanba raised her eyebrows and looked at him. She extended her long legs and kicked at Lucifer's legs without hesitation. Luckily, Lucifer had long since gotten used to Hanba's movements.

He clamped his legs together and leaned his body to the side, avoiding Hanba's attack. "Little sister Hanba, you're becoming more and more savage. You've probably been with Tamamo-Qianbei for too long."

"Heh..." Tamamo-senpai laughed coldly. "Senpai?"

Hanba's mouth twitched as well. A look of helplessness appeared on her face.

There were seven Hallmasters in Seven Fiend Hall. Tamaguchi and Hanba were the only two females. If Tamaguchi was said to be enchanting and stunning, then Hanba was the elegant little princess of Hui External Head.

She was cute and obedient, and she didn't seem to have any offensive power at all.

However, the prerequisite was that Hanba sat there obediently. If she attacked, it would be fatal!

"Why didn't you call me Matriarch Ancestor?" The head count slowly put down the glass with his slender fingers and rolled his eyes elegantly. "That would be more convenient?"

"It's a child's home. Don't interrupt!"

Lucifer reached out his hand and landed on the Count's head. He was about to trample his short black hair, but the Count reached out his hands and grabbed Lucifer. Lucifer was so shocked that he stepped back.

Even so, his sleeve was still torn by the count.

"Damn it, this is my sin!" Lucifer had an innocent look on his face. He was weak, and he was shivering.

The Count was fifteen years old, the youngest of the year. He looked cute, and it made people want to pinch him. However, this kid was good at using hidden weapons. He could shoot out hidden weapons from his body at any time. It was impossible to guard against him!

"I say, why are you making noise? Hurry up and look at the stage."

As the hall master of the Ferocious Beast Hall, Tao Tie stared at Su Ningning. "I believe in Master Sha's eyes. Any woman he likes must be capable!"

"We didn't deny her ability, but she said it was a casual competition!"

Lucifer felt that these words were a little exaggerated. The people of Seven Fiend Hall were not to be trifled with!

Unexpectedly, just as Lucifer's voice faded, Tao Tie rolled his eyes. "I believe in Master Sha's judgment. Since Master Sha dared to let his wife go on stage, then his wife must have some ability!"

"Hehe!"

"Haha!"

As the voice faded, the few hall masters couldn't help but chuckle. Everyone knew that Tao Tie was Master Sha's loyal fan. The kind that he would sing whenever Master Sha released a 'P'!

The crowd below was bustling with noise and excitement. The two people on the stage were getting calmer and calmer.1

Although the monk's thoughts were a little complicated, he didn't dare to underestimate Su Ningning. "Madam, how do you think we should compete?"

As the monk's voice fell, Su Ningning suddenly raised her head and looked at the monk, "Why don't we use what you are best at. What do you think?" Following his words, the bottom of the pot boiled like porridge.

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