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After the year of the year, the King of the Hall of the Hall, after the Wang Temple passed the throne to the Xiaobao, with Wang Hao and the little princess of the year and the little princess who did not take a cloud without leaving the cross.

Leave a big Dingwangfu and when there is a small brother who hangs his nose and sister.

Wangfu's affairs did not make Mo Xiaobao needed to worry. He has begun to gradually stepively step on his business, and these things are also a morning and evening.

But looked at the little fart that hugged his thighs and crying, Mo Xiaobao could only sigh helplessness.

Lending over the little brother helpless: "Now I know crying, why don't you let the father go with you?"

Even if you want to leave a nourishing, leave your heart.

What is the little pun in a snot? Mo Xiaobao silently silently silently.

"Father!"

Mo Yufeng children suck the nose and smashed the little mouth, "I want to be a general army, don't fall to the rivers and lakes.

Mo Xiaobao heard the corner to pumping, probably understanding his unscrupulous father and lie.

However, this brother is not too quench, he is so good to be cheated when he is six years old.

Forget it, or slowly teach it, so that you don't know if you are sold in the future.

So, the fifteen-year-old Mo Xiaobao is not yet married, and she started to be a mother's dad.

Just as the king of Zhuang Ying lost the small song that has not yet lost light, it should be said that it is a new one to run so much.

This makes the surrounding people from a little bit of horses.

Mo Xiaobao classmates, even if the sky is intertwined, but only the year of the year, can I manage such a big family? You must know that it is still in the battlefield when I was fifteen years old.

Do you want to take this opportunity to try the reaction of the ink repair and Mo Xiaobao's energy? On the other hand, many of the people in the glass also live again.

The former Deco King is not willing to Nathe, not willing to go to the grass, but what is the idea of ​​the new little king? Which an ambition man does not want to be in the world? Wake up the power of the world, intoxicating the knee, can be said to be the highest struggle of men in the world.

Nowadaydays, a fifteen-year-old little pun is not expensive. Can you not think about it? So, people who are in the entire glass city have more.

At this time, the world is still unknown, and the new king of the king, the new king, the new king, the young, Yamao Xiaobao, is in the backyard of Wangfu, playing sandboats.

"Brother, do you want to marry a wife?"

Ink, the wind is in the sand table, and I wonder how to kill my brother, and asked my eyes.

Although Mo Xiaobao is only fifteen years old, the body is not in adult.

Just integrate the advantages of ink repair and leaf and appearance, more exquisite handsome faces let him show the childishness of this old age.

However, Mo Xiaobao classmates don't mind if they don't want their kings. The majesty is not piled up. It is not too cool to eat tigers. Don't be too cool.

Sitting lazy sitting on the ground, Mo Xiaobao said with your brother: "Someone asked you?"

Well. "

Mo Yufeng excitedly squatted to your brother, smiling: "Many people asked me.

"What do you say?"

Mo Yifeng is in the innocent big eyes, said: "I said, my brother said that it is a life ...

"It is a one-life one.

Mo Xiaobao corrected, and then appreciated the small head of your brother: "said it.

Mo Yufeng smiled in his eyes: "Of course, I will definitely tell others that my brother has long been going to the flower building, and there are several red powder facts.

"..."

The small face of the ink is not expressing the brother's face into the carpet.

What is this bear child.

"Hey, I am abuse your brother.

Outside the door, the voice of the phoenix is ​​laughing.

The ink wind raised his head and smiled and struggled from Mo Xiaobao to continue to him.

The backhand of the small treasure face does not change the color, look up, look at Feng Zhi: "Is Feng Shrou's something?"

Feng Zhizhi said his hand in his hand: "You are brought over.

"What?"

Feng Zhiyu, gave him a expression you know.

Mo Xiaobao opened, sure, did not ask Wang Yengki to ask Wang Ye's big marriage, which still did not lack the song and sorrow, and the Mo Xiao Bao must suspect that he is not true God, there is no one after the ancient people.

The weapon will be thrown to the ink wind play, Mo Xiaobao: "Ask them who want to go to the grass, let them go to the abduction, this king will give him the position.

Feng Zhi's mouth is smoked, "Is it good to ask you?"

Laozi's heart is black, and his son is not a province of oil, and it will deduct a crime that wants to remember it.

"Since it is my business, when do I go to the grass, do you want to go to the kiss? What do they do? I will give this king think about how to kill the ink.

Mo Xiaobao turned over white eyes.

"What happened to the little emperor in the south? I haven't heard of it.

In the past few years, the little emperor is very hard. The entire Jiangnan's small court is also very stunned.

Mo Xiaobao disdain, said: "How can you still have to recover the river?

In the past few years, the King House has been recuperating, and there is no intention of the foreign soldier.

These people should not only forget the Jianfeng of the iron ride of the Mo Jiajun in just a few years? In fact, ink Xiaobao is clear, or because he is too small, it can't hold people.

If the father and mother are there, those people around the surroundings can only shrink.

It is precisely because of knowing that Mo Xiaobao is more unhappy.

Mo Xiaobao classmates are a child with great aspiration. She wants to hit you in the morning and evening, serving the mother!

"Brother, Lin Linger helps you!"

Mo Yufeng struggled with comfort in his arms.

Mo Xiaobao's sad look at the soybean sprouts, "I can ignore them, I have to be eight or nine years.

Mo Yufeng is not convinced, drums his eyes, "I will grow up soon!

"You picky food, naughty all day, run around.

I have to grow up for a decade, and I will count less than eight nine years.

When I am so hooked with you, it is already so high.

Mo Xiaobao is free to compare it, let Mo Yushang's children look up.

Look at the height of your brother, then look at yourself ... "I ... I don't pick it up ..."

Ink wind small channel.

"This is a child, and the seasses are not too long. If you are the son of the king, there is no future.

If you are on the battlefield, you have to hold a horse ... In the future, you can't ask her shoulder, what should I do?