Fierce Demon Lord (2)

It was the man in black who blocked her hand with a long flute.

The black-clothed man could not stand it anymore. What was wrong with this fellow? Was he stupid from the lightning? He dared to take off his pants in front of him and even planned to put his hand in. What did he want to do? Obscene himself in front of him?

The black-clothed man shivered deeply. Although he had something to ask him, he did not mind killing him if he was so disgusting!

Unexpectedly, Yan Xiaosi cried!

This cry stunned the black-clothed man.

Yan Xiaosi was not crying like usual. Instead, she was crying with her hands and feet, beating the ground with her hands and kicking her legs, like a little girl who had been bullied. The black-clothed man felt terrible.

"Why are you crying!" He said coldly.

As Yan Xiaosi cried, she wiped her tears with her sleeve. "You're still fierce to me… My father and brother aren't fierce to me… You're fierce to me…"