Cold feathers stunned.

A man in a hug?

Which man?

All of a sudden, she came back to God and said, "You mean Xiao Qi? Poop, how could he be my husband? That's our little brother at the door, okay? When I first walked into the gates, he was a little doll with no adults! I'm not going to eat the grass next to my nest, am I? ”

She looked up at her eyes.

The silent thought was that the man was not a foam lover, but her little brother.

It's obviously none of his business.

But the corner of the mouth is irresistible.

Cold feather foam looked at his face as if it had dissipated, suddenly thought of something, his face opened with a big smile: “I said little monk, you didn't say goodbye that day, are you jealous? ”

“No... I, lad..." It was a long time ago. The words were incessant, the hands were busy, but I didn't know whether to deny them or to argue.

The redness on the white skin did not fall back.

For the first time, Cold Feather Foam felt the evil word "heart like blowing fireworks”.

She's always so big, she doesn't know what shyness is.

At this time, his lips pulled the corner of his mouth and lowered his head, not knowing what to say for a while.

Grunting...

The sound of a shocking scenery came out of her belly.

Cold feather foam was so stiff, I was so depressed to find a hole to go into.

What the hell?

She easily brushed a good feeling in front of the little monk.

Come and embarrass yourself.

Can't you wait until you've filled your stomach?

Cold feathers coughed lightly and wanted to change the subject.

Just as soon as I looked up, I looked at the pure, gentle and silky eyes.

The little monk whispered: "Wait for me. ”

Wait a minute. What's he doing?

Cold feathers stared at him.

The little monk pointed to the sword and rowed into the sea.

The next moment, a wave startled up at sea, and a few fat fish shrimps tumbled up and landed beside the two of us.

Remove a crystal furnace point from the storage space and burn a pot of water.

Hands have landed clean and begun to treat fish shrimp.

“Jingyuan, what are you doing?” Cold feather foam hurried to stop, “you, aren't you a monk? ”

Looking up at her, her long eyelashes trembled, revealing a somewhat puzzling look.

Cold feather foam was delayed by the nearby handsome face, so half swallowed the pharyngeal drain: “Can't monks kill life? ”

Clearly smiled softly: "My master did not have such a rule, but he did not ask us to do so himself. Though I haven't touched it in years since I got started, I can prepare it for you. ”

Cold feathers slowly loosened their hands.

Watching the little monk manipulate the fish skillfully, wait and see.

“Little monk. ”

“Hmm?”

“If your master doesn't ask you to be Russell, can you marry a wife and have a son? ”

The hand that handled the fish was so far away that it took half a dozen minutes to use a low, almost inaudible voice: “I… the lad did not know that no man in the temple had ever married a wife or a son. ”

Cold feathers squinted with a smile and a voice with soft and hopeful voices that never existed during the week: “Why don't you go back and ask? What if your master agrees to marry you? If he doesn't agree, you beg him? ”

Drop your head far and low, making you invisible.

But a pair of ears were exposed, but the red almost dripped water out.