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

Muxiao reached out his little hand, pointing his killer in the direction of Luo Yunxiao's departure.

Muang chuckled out, “What little white face? Kid, no manners at all, this is my teacher uncle. ”

And then he slapped his little ass.

How is this ink like Qihuang, always like to ask Uncle Xiao to make a white face.

Lord Teijun had not been treated with a kiss on his ass, his blue eyes suddenly widened.

"Don't be rude...” she glared angrily.

Mu Yan saw him bandaging his little face, drumming the mumps, trying to release the appearance of pressure, couldn't help laughing out.

Why does Momo look so angry and arrogant, the more he looks like Emperor Momo?

She couldn't help kissing the little white face and squinting: “Am I being rude? ”

The tiny face of the ink suddenly rose red, but the momentum was like a punctured ball, leaking light.

“Anyway, I hate that little white face!” He bit his teeth, “don't go too close to him! ”

Muay smiled even more, “Why? Is it because he looks better than you? ”

“He looks better than me?” Munchkin, everyone's going to blow up, "you said, and you said it wasn't him you were thinking about! ”

This monarch looks like nothing but a little white face in the district. Where does it look better than this monarch!

Jun Mu Yan, are you blind?

Or want to climb the wall?!!!

Murphy, the whole person is about to explode, if now he is the body of the Emperor.

Be sure to knead this woman in your arms and punish her over and over again.

Let her know who's the best looking!!

Mu Yan heard his angry complaint, first stunned, then laughed out, “You think I was talking about Uncle Xiao? How can that be? I haven't even seen my uncle cook. ”

She was silent for a moment, the laughter in her voice converged, and the only thing left was the tenderness of humility, with a faint sadness, “I said of my fiancé. ”

“He used to cook for me personally when he was around me. He cooks very well and, no matter how mediocre the ingredients are, when they get to him, they become delicious. But I was born with no talent in cooking...”

“I was forced to separate myself from him and have never seen him again, nor have I ever tasted anything like it. ”

Muay's voice was gentle and faint, but it was like holding a rare treasure, gently cared for and carefully remembered.

She did not find that, with her account, the anger on her face had long been heard.

It was completely replaced by a fiery emotion that seemed to overflow.

His hands on his side died into fists and his blues appeared.

Long eyelashes hang, covering the heartache and thoughts of the blue eye.

“You want the first prize in that spiritual chef contest, I'll take it for you? ”

The child's voice was crisp and childish, but with a dull beak.

Mu Yan looked back from his thoughts, but couldn't help but smile again: “Forget it! I wonder if you can afford a shovel. ”

Instead of getting angry this time, Murray grabbed her by the neck and said softly in her ear, "No, I'll give you whatever you want. ”

Muang's heart jumped suddenly.

At this moment, she actually had the illusion of an emperor speaking in her ear.