When the magic stick summons cute pets

I couldn't help but bent my lips in a good mood, looked at him for a while, suddenly my eyes flickered, and my whole upper body suddenly leaned forward, holding his face with both hands, and then "popped" on his mouth. A loud kiss.

"Angry?"

He Jiuzhong couldn't help but loosen his brows after being kissed by this kiss. He looked at Ye Changsheng's curved eyebrows, and lost his temper in his heart: "So, you want to tell me that in this life, we will be together. Can’t cross this bottom line?”

Ye Changsheng's eyeballs moved slightly, and there was a hint of cunning in his brows: "Actually, it's not completely helpless."

He Jiuzhong squinted at him, subconsciously knowing that he probably had nothing good to say.

Sure enough, the other end was still beaming: "Although you can't describe me, but...I can, right?"

Facing the suddenly cold gaze, Ye Changsheng swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looked forward fearlessly and continued to speak righteously: "Look, my brother is younger than you, weaker in physical strength, and shorter in time than you. I can't describe it." After you, your body will not be burdened!"

After finishing speaking, he added: "It won't trigger the contract punishment... Cough, what do you think?"

He Jiuzhong looked at Ye Changsheng for a long time, then slowly pulled his lips and laughed: "I think what you said makes sense."

Ye Changsheng was overjoyed: "Then..."

He Jiuzhong scratched behind his back, and out of nowhere, a red rope appeared out of nowhere.Holding the red rope, he quickly trapped him firmly with the "tortoise shell binding" that Ye Changsheng had shown him with incredible proficiency.

He stood by the bed, looked down at Ye Changsheng who looked panic-stricken, and smiled lowly for a long time: "Changsheng, although I said I'd wait for you, but since it's your own invitation, then I won't be polite. .”

Ye Changsheng: "..."

I'm not, I don't, the plot direction I conceived doesn't seem to be like this.

……

……

[There should be fake cars here, but there are not even fake cars]

So, after this night, Ye Changsheng suddenly understood one thing: As long as he doesn't hurt him, even the shameful paly doesn't seem to touch that magical contract.

This is really... well, congratulations, congratulations.

He looked down at the thickness of He Jiuzhong's fingers, and then glanced at his indescribable places. After careful calculation and comparison in his heart, another kind of sadness appeared on his face: However, even if it was like this last night I managed to pass the test like that, but if I really want to use live ammunition in the future, it shouldn't work, right?

——Absolutely not!