The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father

Some even have a pungent smell.

Is this... human food?!

Mu Yan looked at Tianjin's frozen face, stopped the movement of the strings, one-handed mumps, smiled and looked at the man not far away, “What's wrong? Don't you like my own food? ”

The emperor silenced for a moment before expressionless: “Love it! ”

After that, he sat directly at the table, picked up the chopsticks and started eating.

He stuffed a pile of dark food into his mouth, refused to change color, and swallowed it.

Even Mu Yan couldn't help but stare.

You know, she was born with no cooking talent.

Otherwise, for four years in the mountains, I wouldn't have asked Bao to take care of her diet.

She makes things, don't say dogs don't like them.

Even her own little baby won't take a bite.

But this emperor eats it all without changing colours.

Watching him really finish a plate.

Muang was a little unsettled, “Are you... really going down there? ”

The emperor glanced at her and said coldly: "As long as it was made by the lady, she loved it no matter what! ”

Muang: “?!!!!” Who's Thelma your wife!!

After a strange silence, Mu Yan suddenly pulled up his lip horn and smiled softly: “There is no food, no wine, no pleasure in life. Why don't I play a song for you? ”

“…” The emperor stared at her cold, silent and motionless.

The look of an air drum.

Mu Yan understood in seconds, "Emperor. ”

However, this time, His Majesty is still dissatisfied, "It's too slim! ”

If you don't scream, I won't eat or listen to the song.

Moo-yan bit his teeth and eventually squeezed two words out of his teeth: "Alan! ”

It would have been a very humiliating thing.

But the emperor seemed satisfied, lowering his head to continue eating meals that were worse than pig food.

But Muang couldn't help touching his cheek.

Calling out the nickname "Ahju”, Diju has not responded yet, but she herself is unnamed blush heartbeat, unable to hold herself.

After taking a deep breath and calming down, Muay started gently swinging the strings.

The euphemism drifted from her fingertips and slowly haunted the house.

The Emperor was still just focused on eating "pig food” and watching “wife”.

Slowly, he found that the blood on his body seemed to boil.

Thereafter, the whole body of heat converges somewhere on the body.

Not far away from Mu 'an, in his eyes, every minute and every inch at this time is as if it were enchantment and evil.

The pink, slightly open mouth, the appearance of snow and white skin under the coat, then gently move the white finger of the string, as if it were a lust in his body.

The Emperor couldn't help it any longer. He suddenly stood up and walked toward Mu Yan.

The sound of the violin stops!

The Emperor hugged Muang from his position.

Tall figure, wrapped her slim body tightly.

Burning breath, puking on the girl blowing a bullet, hidden on her pink cheek.

“Mu Yan, Ben is happy for you!” He uttered in a hoarse voice what had been buried in his heart for a long time.

With his big hand pressed against Mu's back neck, he leaned over and grabbed the pink lip and ravaged it.

Ever since Jinhong Gate said goodbye, after Mu Yan completely rejected it.

He's been thinking about that sweet, seductive flavor.