Ding Hui was unhappy, throwing a bundle of materials onto the carriage, and turned around to look at Fang Yu.
"Do you have a lot of free time? Coming all this way just to kill a few demons, not tiring you out, huh!"
Why is she so angry...
Fang Yu showed an embarrassed expression.
"No... I was just saying..."
"Stop by the roadside! People come over! Take off your clothes, lie down!"
Ding Hui's commanding tone came out like a rapid-fire gun.
Fang Yu was frustrated, wasn't there supposed to be the check at night, and during the day responsible for road trips...
But he still complied quickly.
Once his shirt was off, besides the spiritual particles placed on his body, there was also the cool touch of Ding Hui's small hands, causing Fang Yu's heart to tremble.
"What are you doing?"
"Don't move!"
From the pile of materials, Ding Hui took out a broken snakehead, with Poison Fang still attached to it, and thrust two fangs into Fang Yu's chest.
