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

Bang--!

As soon as the door closed, the Emperor's hand was loose and Muang jumped off his shoulder.

Rubbing some sore core, he glanced at the starting fighter.

Instead, he saw the Emperor's hands open, using his low magnetic voice: “Come here and dress me wide. ”

“Cough, cough...” Muang almost didn't choke on his own saliva.

“Are you kidding me? ”

There was no change in the face of the emperor, and his face remained cold.

Those deep eyes squinted slightly, “Don't you like to paint beautiful men without clothes? If you don't take off your clothes, how can you be satisfied? ”

“Cough, cough...” Mu Yan coughed even harder this time.

It's only been a month or two. Why is this guy talking more and more shameless and shameless?

At this moment, the door of the room was knocked.

Mu Yan was relieved.

At a time like this, she really doesn't know how to face the emperor.

The atmosphere is weird.

The door opened and Shadowy came in with a pen and ink.

When Muang sees this beautiful, frosty teenager, habituality requires a few words.

But without waiting for her to talk, Yimei quickly dropped what was in her hand and ran out like lightning.

That shadow, even a wolf rat.

Moo-yan tried to reach out and flirt with the beautiful hand just half way out, and his face suddenly stagnated.

Just talking, his waist was sharply tightened and brought into a hot embrace.

The emperor lowered his head and looked at her, “Honjun is right in front of you. Do you still have the heart to look at other men? ”

Mu smiled softly, restoring the laziness of the day, “Even if there were two more beauties in front of me, I wouldn't mind looking more. ”

The Emperor couldn't help but block this annoying little mouth.

See how she talks intentionally about herself.

“What do you mean, you're going to teach Baby? ”

The emperor leaned slightly and looked into her eyes, "Honjun said that one day you will be Honjun's wife, and Xiaobao is naturally my son. My son, I don't teach. Who teaches? ”

“I...”

“Don't tell me about Bao's real father!” The Emperor bites and cuts his teeth. "No matter how much you love him, he is dead. In the future, the only man in Junmuan's life will be Benjun! ”

The man was low and dumb, and his voice sounded like a gambling spell on his ear.

It's like crashing into your heart again.

Makes Muay's face look like a trance for a moment.

“Benjun promised to teach that little guy better and better and never let anyone bully him. ”

“Assuming you stay here and plant flowers for Benjun. ”

Muay bit her lips and frowned slightly silently.

She wondered what the spiritual flowers might do to the emperor.

But no one can cultivate a successful spiritual flower for thousands of years. Why does he think he can cultivate it?

And if it doesn't grow?

Didn't she never see Baby?

Though she knew Baby would be fine, she had missed her baby for a day.

But Muay also knows that Bao is the body of the fairy spirit.

His talents have transcended the entire martial arts continent.

You can't really grow a baby on your own.

And this man from the outside world is probably the best person to teach and nurture a baby.

Muay's thoughts are flying.

When he returned to God, he realized that he had been brought before the case by the Emperor.