The Law of Transmigration: The Black-Hearted God’s Domineering Love

Of course, the premise is that the cub quickly floats down from above him.

The way he is now, even though there is no danger to him, still makes him feel like he is about to pee with fear.

Thinking of this, Luo Liyan clamped her bladder hard again, forcing back the surging need to urinate.

"It's been a thousand years, and you still say the same thing." Yi Zehao couldn't help but tickle the soft flesh on Luo Liyan's chin again, "However, they couldn't do anything to me a thousand years ago, and they can't do anything to me a thousand years later. Yes."

Luo Liyan's eyes narrowed, still feeling that what he said was a bit too arrogant.

But just as he was about to say something, he suddenly realized that what he just said was that "thousands of years ago" there was nothing that could be done to him?

Doesn’t it turn into zongzi after death?

As if licking her slightly dry lips, Luo Liyan suddenly had a bad feeling in her heart.

"What...what do you mean by this?" she asked tremblingly.

"Guess." Yi Zehao smiled again, and his bright teeth were really dazzling.

Luo Liyan felt that her need to urinate became even more intense.

"Uh... Well, why don't you move here first? I don't think it's very convenient for us to communicate like this." She said cautiously.

The smile at the corner of Yi Zehao's mouth grew a little wider, but he didn't follow Luo Liyan's words. Instead, he hooked his fingers on her chin and turned it into a pinch.

"Yanyan is afraid of me?" He looked at the little woman under him with gentle and tender eyes like spring water.

Because he had spoken so many words in a row, his voice had returned to normal.

Low and slow, like an aged wine, low in alcohol and intoxicating.

Luo Liyan wanted to deny it, but she knew that her face must be ugly now.

With this urine held here, it will be difficult to show off your acting skills.

"Although I sell antiques, I have never dealt with someone like you. How could I not be afraid at all?" Luo Liyan tried hard to sound sincere.

Try not to offend the thousand-year-old rice dumpling in front of you, it might be something more difficult to deal with.

"It's been a thousand years, why are you getting less and less courageous?" Yi Zehao teased with a clear smile, floating directly to the armrest of her recliner, sitting there with his legs splayed sideways.

As long as it's me, my courage is only about the size of a sesame seed and a mung bean.

Luo Liyan retorted in her heart unconvinced.

But the look he looked at Yi Zehao was not obvious, "That's different. Maybe I was a heavenly master thousands of years ago, or you approached me as a normal human and then fell off your horse little by little. Otherwise, I’m definitely as scared as I am now.”

Luo Liyan's words seemed to bring back some memories in him. His head was slightly lowered, and his half-lidded eyes were filled with intoxication.

Although she knew that the person from thousands of years ago was herself, Luo Liyan still couldn't help but feel a little sour in her heart.

"You know your temper very well. It will be the same a thousand years ago and a thousand years later." Yi Zehao raised his eyes and showed a gentle smile.

Then he didn't know what he thought of. He smiled, and his eyes became darker little by little.

"You...what do you want to do? I warn you not to mess around. Although we were probably together a thousand years ago, it is already a thousand years later. Those are all old records. I am independent now... "

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