The young evil spirit (1)

Lu huaijiang's face was ashen, and the veins on his forehead were bulging.

He clenched his fists tightly and stared at the short girl in front of him.

"You're fierce to me ... Wuwuwu, you're fierce to me ..." Jiang huailu's eyes were like the sky after rain, pure and beautiful.

However, at this moment, she was crying with tears in her eyes and could not stop.

"You're thinking of ... You want me, you want me! He actually still had the face to cry? I can't be fierce to you? Do you know that anyone who dares to say such words would have been dismembered by five horses and torn apart by a carriage?"

Lu huaijiang's face was filled with hostility.

In his heart, he was even weighing the possibility of usurping the short and stout position.

Jiang huailu sobbed and sobbed, tears flowing down her face.

She cried and hiccuped, her short legs glaring at him."You, you, you're the one who wants to eat people! Your whole family wants to eat people!"