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Ten minutes passed.
Chi Jiujiu was held by Shen Mojin and sat on his lap.
Panting slightly.
"Jiujiu, can you help your husband?" Shen Mojin's stern face flushed a little, his breathing was extremely unstable, and his hot and heavy breath sprayed on Chi Jiujiu's ears.
His mellow voice rang out in her sea of consciousness.
Chi Jiujiu said coquettishly, puzzled, "Ajin, how can you transmit sound with your spiritual sense?"
Shen Mojin's eyes flickered, "Well... because..."
Because there are annoying children around.
The phantom eagle on Shen Mojin's waist was put into the storage ring, and his black robe embroidered with green feathers and wrapped with gold edges slid down to his shoulders.
The belt had already been untied.
The collar of his shirt was wide open, revealing his strong abdominal muscles...
Unspeakable places are waiting to happen.
Chi Jiujiu's oval face flushed, "Ajin, you!"
"Jiujiu, you've already used it, why are you still shy? Can you help your husband?" Shen Mojin lowered his head and leaned close to the woman's ear, deliberately holding her earlobe with his thin lips.
What Shen Mojin didn't know was that the method of transmitting sound through telepathy actually backfired.
"Ajin, I..."
There was a hint of struggle in Chi Jiujiucha's eyes. She was just coveting him and wanted to kiss him.
Who knew that Shen Mojin's self-control was not as good as before.
He couldn't help but think about it when she touched him.
!!
Chen Yan, who was separated by a wall.
!!!
As the Lord of the Underworld who has lived for millions of years, what has Shen Yan not seen?
Shen Yan's old face flushed, and he had originally planned to remain silent.
Block out the perception of the outside world.
But this father was too clever for his own good and used his spiritual sense to communicate with mother.
His soul was so powerful that he could hear the mother's telepathic messages, but now he simply couldn't tell the truth directly to Shen Mojin, otherwise both the father and son would be embarrassed to death.
Unexpectedly, the father's subsequent words became more and more excessive.
He stayed in the belly.
I almost spit out a mouthful of amniotic fluid.
He couldn't bear it anymore and wished he could be born right here and now and escape from this situation.
[Ahem, ahem... Dad, take it easy.]
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