For a moment, Meng Zhao couldn't help but feel a childish interest in his heart, thinking about teasing this little thief.

The divine light condensed in his eyes, no longer suppressing the introverted aura, but instead released a demon and ghostly aura that simulated the practitioners of the Tianbat Blood Transformation True Sutra.

It was suddenly like an evil demon in the world, very frightening.

The female thief who had just arrived in front of the room suddenly paused and shivered. Her big black eyes, as if they were as bright as gems, looked at the quiet door in fear, as if something was staring at her there.

Meng Zhao was funny. Although the female thief was wearing a night-walking clothes and had a black cloth covering her face, it was still obvious that she should have been afraid of crying. She was very brave, but she became more and more interesting.

Meng Zhao continued to tease her, but found that this guy was inclined to retreat, and his steps had already begun to slowly retreat. I don’t know if she should be cautious or intuition. However, how could she come and leave as soon as she says it?

With a cry, in an extremely quiet environment, Meng Zhao suddenly pulled the wooden door inward, and the cold wind poured in. Under the moonlight, a black shadow fell behind the female thief like a gull. Before he could do anything, his fingers bloomed like flowers, blooming in turn, transforming into numerous afterimages, blocking the woman's qi and veins.

The person who took action was Meng Zhao. He thought this guy was good at it and should be a strong man, but he wasted a lot of kung fu, and his opponent didn't even have the idea of ​​resisting, or he was stopped before he could react, and he felt embarrassed to give the blind man a glare.

Meng Zhao felt a little embarrassed and angry. He deliberately kept his face calm and carried the female thief who was as stiff as wood. He smelled a faint fragrance, which was very seductive.

Dada da da walked into the room, threw him on the bed where he had just sat upright in his practice, then turned around and closed the door, took out the fire and lit the oil lamp.

The soybean-sized fire core sways to illuminate the room. In the small room, it is dim but can be seen clearly.

Meng Zhao blew out the fire and came to the bed. Without making any sense of mystery, he pulled off the female thief's face towel and saw a round, chubby, and a fat face.

However, because of the fear and fear, my face was a little distorted, and tears were wet inside my big eyes. Two drops of crystal clear on my long eyelashes, my small mouth slightly opened, and my saliva was as if I was afraid of it.

This is a girl who looks three or two years younger than him. She has delicate skin and pretty face, not inferior to Han Lu, and her baby face is very likable and cute, so people want to pinch it when they see it.

Meng Zhao didn't have any idea of ​​pitying the beauty. Instead, he took out a clean handkerchief from his package and wiped the saliva from the corner of the girl's mouth whole, and threw it aside.

Then, he used his fair and slender fingers to rub his chubby and cute little face into various shapes, and it took him a while to stop.

During this process, the fat baby girl felt even more aggrieved. Her fear of the unknown ghost faded away. On the contrary, her anger that wanted to remove Meng Zhao from being shattered was rising.

Meng Zhao was addicted to it and released a wave of children's mischief. He lit his fingers on the girl's chest a few times, untiing some of her acupoints.

You can speak and your body can move, but you are soft and weak, and your internal breath is difficult to use, which cannot cause great storms.

Just as he untied the acupoint, Meng Zhao thought that the little girl who wanted to poke him to death with her eyes would come up and hammer him fiercely, and he planned to take the opportunity to give him a lesson, but he didn't know that this guy was even more courageous than expected.

After barely recovering his ability to move, his first reaction was to hold his knees, lower his head, and try his best to retreat, wishing he could turn into pieces of paper and stick it to the wooden cabinet beside the bed.

That expression and movement were like a pure and flawless little white rabbit, timid, while Meng Zhao was a big bad wolf with bad intentions, and it was obvious that it was not a good thing.

But in fact, Meng Zhao is the real innocent victim, and this seemingly cowardly and timid girl is the real culprit.

Who is serious, who doesn’t sleep at home at night, wears a night clothes and a mask, and runs to someone else’s yard to dance “skateboarding”? Is it really idle to ask for fun?

"Tell me, who are you? What do you want to do when you come to my room sneakily? Are you stealing something?"

Meng Zhao directly ruled out the idea of ​​this little girl being a tough character. Although her martial arts skills are indeed good and her internal cultivation is very profound, she lacks momentum and obviously does not have much experience. She probably has never even had a real fight, so she directly questioned her straightforwardly.

And this is also a blessing for Meng Zhao himself to be a handsome dog. Otherwise, if he was a man or a woman, but he was hard to describe, how could he be so gentle?

He asked Lu Le to come over to use torture, not afraid that she would not be able to do so.

Therefore, good-looking still has a useful effect. At least I am treated preferentially by Meng Zhao now. After being interrogated, I have no torture.

When the little girl heard Meng Zhao's voice, her petite and plump body shook. She inadvertently slowly let go of her shrinking body, and her slightly tight night clothes showed off her good figure.

My little ears are also red, I don’t know if they are shy or afraid.

Seeing that Meng Zhao did not hurt her after all except for pinching her face as if kneading dough at the beginning.

Although his face was gloomy, his handsome appearance was not scary and he was relieved.

He clenched his little pink fist tightly and made a vicious expression.

"Meng Zhao, right? You can untie the acupoints for me quickly, otherwise the disaster will come soon, do you know?"

How much lethal can a pretty and cute little girl have when she makes a vicious expression?

Ordinary people may even like it.

But Meng Zhao's heart moved, his breath changed, and a dangerous light flashed in his eyes, and even a faint murderous aura.

He thought this was a little girl who was not open to the eyes, or a daughter who came out of the family, pretended to be a female thief, and experienced life, but he didn't expect that this girl actually recognized his identity.

This is different.

Since I know his name and dare to come here, I must have had some plans.

This is why she cannot let herself go just because she is pretty and cute. She must figure out her origin and identity, the purpose of her coming here, and use her intentions to use a lot of torture and torture.

I was just about to teach this ungrateful little girl some lesson so that she could spit quickly.

When I saw this guy, I seemed to notice something was wrong. Not only did his threat not work, but it had a counterproductive effect.

He was so cowardly that he was faster than anyone else, he immediately lowered his little head and said timidly,

"My name is Zhu'er. I'm not here to steal things, but to come to find you and inform you on my lady."

As he said that, he groped on himself for a while, searched for a long time in a daze before finding a small note, handed it to Meng Zhao, and said fearfully,

"No, this is the note. I originally wanted to quietly stuff it into the crack of your door and leave.
Chapter completed!