C63 Intense possessiveness

In the past few days, Di Qing Mo had constantly thrown deer at Dongfang Xiaoran. This made Dongfang Xiaoran think that the person who would occasionally appear on the sound transmission flute was not him. Did he have nothing better to do? Staying here to eat and drink?

"Bang …"

An enormous deer was once again thrown by Dongfang Xiaoran's feet. With an elegant temperament