Rebirth Of The General’s Granddaughter

Wang Yiping, this time I will protect the poetry, don't let her be tarnished by your bird shu brother. Let me see how you can shove Liu Yanhong to me?

But that slave, I'll find a way to get her to me.

Wang Yiping, I will treat him as a human being. I must make you taste the beauty of being betrayed by your own people.

Purple Phantom remembers what he did to poetry in his previous life and feels guilty.

Looking at her own maid, pointing to the stall, the handmade mud man, the dish knot, the kite, the paper cut, the embroidery, the face man, the rabbit grandfather, couldn't help but whisper: “Look what you like, I'll buy you. ”

The four maids listened and looked at Purple Ghost with gratitude, shaking their heads with embarrassment.

Seriously, their ladies have been good enough to them since their last illness, whether it be food or jewellery, often give them silence, and teach them to read, practice martial arts, and color, never lose their temper.

Such a lady, they love it. Even though the old ladies would have given it to them, that look, looking at them, always had a derisive contempt.

And now, ladies treat them like relatives, and those warm, gentle eyes look straight into your heart.

And when they saw a man pinching his face, Purple Ghost and four maids, they all went over.

The noodle pincher is an old man of nearly six seasons. His shirt was ragged and he sat in front of an old bamboo strap. He picked up a dough and pinched, rubbed, rubbed and lifted it in his hand. He used a small bamboo knife to cleverly place, cut, engrave, scratch, shape, hand, head, put on his hair and clothes. In an instant, Xuxu's artistic image took off his hands.

Purple Ghost looked at the old man, his skinny hands, his eyes dimmed, and asked softly, "Old man, can you pinch us all out? ”

What a beautiful voice! Like a yellow bird singing. The old man looked up in amazement, saw the purple ghost, and stunned.

The little girl in front of her eyes is like two dark purple crystals that are kept in fresh water, clear and bright, with a gentle sweep of her tail, she can't find anything bright.

Wearing a light pink skirt, sanctimonious and luxurious, the skin is snowy, like a flower.

The old man did not speak, put down the work in his hand, picked up a bunch of dough, and pinched it up again. In a few moments, he squeezed out the little face man who looked at the purple ghost.

Purple ghost, wearing a cap on her head, only revealing her eyes, below her eyes, covered by a veil, the old man can actually make her cool and luxurious rhyme, give the carved wood three points, even tall and small nose, petal-like diamond lips, shaped very similar.

Purple and spectacular, the folk is really a lying tiger dragon, an unsightly craftsman and a master sculptor.

Purple Hidden Love watched unrelentingly. It was not yet time to exaggerate. The face man in his hand was taken away. “This face man, Grandpa asked for it, how many taels of silver? ”

Sounds like a duck's voice, coming from a man at a different time.

People can fight, martial arts are higher than their own. Purple Ghost immediately realized these two points, because this person moved as fast as lightning, and he just realized that someone had come, and the person in his hand had already been robbed, and he couldn't even cope.

No wonder Grandpa didn't feel comfortable coming out, but he lost his chance first. There are people outside. One day outside the sky, any learning is endless. Martial arts, too, see how hard you have to work!

Thank you for being such a sweet, baggy baby! Little ice in the sickness, very warm. Love you! Scroll for favorites.