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

However, the separation of the two continents, with a powerful barrier space in the middle, does not last long.

On previous occasions, she was confused in her sleep, feeling familiar with her arms and embracing her, but quickly dissipated.

That's the emperor.

Moo-yan's words made the emperor's eyes sink.

He remembered the volatile boundaries of the extreme northern frontier and the abnormal eaters.

However, he could not see anything unusual on his face and leaned down slowly: “How can it be dangerous if it is a little cumbersome? Yan Yan, are you questioning your strength? ”

Mu was relieved and couldn't help staring at him: “Dragon Teng and Six Star Tower are yours, why didn't you tell me sooner? ”

If she had known, she would have worked so hard to prove Ye Liangchen's identity!

Just let the Emperor give her Xuan Tianzhu and the Flood Tower.

The emperor squinted his eyes slightly, smiling and looking at the honest little woman in front of him, “Face, I haven't settled with you yet? You questioned me instead? ”

“Billing? What's the charge? ”

The emperor grabbed it empty, and suddenly there was a pile of paper in his hand.

The moment I saw this stack of paper, my face was stiff.

I saw the paper, and it was all the pictures of Fu Song's delicate fruit man.

Each one needs to be as fussy as it gets, as fleshy as it gets, as hot as it gets.

The emperor gently swayed the paper in his hand: "Face, what did you promise me? ”

Mu Yan smiled: “I didn't paint this, I painted it by the Third Brother, I didn't participate in the whole process, it had nothing to do with me. Here, these are the papers that Brother San must give me to watch his drawing skills. Yes, Brother San gave them to me. ”

The emperor smiled. “Really? So you've never stripped another man of his clothes, never painted another man. ”

Moo-yan: “No... no. ”

The Emperor reached out and grabbed again.

Only one piece of paper appeared in my hand this time.

You can see the painting on this piece of paper, but Muang is black in front of you.

Ju, it's Dragon Teng's nurse Zhang!

Didn't this painting give her rain, let her burn, destroy the remains?

The unreliable rainfall still retains such crucial evidence.

Aren't you going to kill her?

The emperor approached Muyan slowly and stuffed the painting in her hand: “Is this painting also from Chu Qiao? ”

The cold sweat on Muang's forehead is falling off.

She pulled a smile out of her mouth and thought of a broken jar of threads and made a mistake.

And the next moment, they suddenly squeezed in one person.

Immediately thereafter, the thighs of the emperor were hugged.

A milky voice with a few chills, but also a hint of surprise shouted: “Daddy! ”

The Emperor looked down with no expression and looked down at the little guy between himself and Muay.

Baobao raised his head, beautiful and delicate little blush fluttering.

Blue eyes flash like emperors, like butterfly wings.

What is reflected in his eyes is admiration and remembrance for his children.

The lines on the Emperor's face melt like ice, revealing a slight softness.

He reached out and held the little guy up and asked, "Have you practiced well lately? ”

Bao nodded carefully, so serious, but cold and adorable, even the heart of iron stone can melt away.

However, when the Emperor was invisible, Bao quietly turned back and gave Muyan a look.

Mu Yan eyebrows laughed and gave Bao a thumbs up.