Is there something wrong with the puppet patriarch's head?

The winged Emperor knelt down decisively.

He didn't hesitate at all.

"Sigh, I thought you were a good man, but I didn't expect you to be the same as those people, just a little slippery."

Lin fan's words had the winged Emperor, who was in a state of despair, even thinking of dying.

Ultimately, it was the same?

Slippery?

Is there anyone as perverted as you?

This was the wrath of the heavens!

He wasn't afraid at all and even wanted to die together. There was a hole in his brain, a big hole.

At this moment, the winged Emperor raised his head and found that this fellow was rubbing his fingers in front of him. His movements were a little showy, but he didn't understand.

The winged Emperor looked confused, unable to understand what was going on.

"What?" he asked, puzzled.

Lin fan glanced at the winged Emperor. Just that gaze alone was enough to scare the winged Emperor so much that he did not know what to do.

He didn't do anything.