The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Instead, he was the most silent of all.

“Ning Mengyao, I don't believe you can watch him forever.” Undistorted expression said.

She can't get it, there's someone else to get it.

“Oh, I'd like to know who dares to transfer prophetic abilities to me, and then there will be revenge.” Jomo's voice glued a little, sounded a little naive, but the meaning of the words didn't fall a little chilly.

“Who are you… exactly? ”

“What you don't deserve to know is that you have two days left to live happily ever after.” Jomo Feng squatted down, his tiny body in front of him, and whispered with a voice that only two people could hear before he fell.

Unset body suddenly becomes cold, he... How does he know?

Even with the gift of prophecy, the ability to prophesy, without training, can't be of much use, but now a two-year-old can see his limit, so terrible.

Jomo seemed very satisfied to see the frightened look.

“Ah, by the way, I can tell you one more thing, your little chicken rib abilities are not in the eyes of Master Ben.” Jomo hooked up his lips and said: "So don't take this young master's idea and stay away from Ben's brother. Otherwise, I won't even let you die. If you don't believe me, try it. ”

At this time, Jomo didn't have to look like a little kid, but rather horrible, at least in the eyes of the undefeated.

“Little monkey, what are you talking to her about?” What can you do if something happens to your dream yao, who sees her son talking all the time in her unfinished ear, which makes her frown angry?

“Mother, we didn't say anything, but this aunt was so ashamed that she was afraid of me.” Jomo looked innocently at Ning Mengyao's face as if he had been bullied.

And it's frightening to see where it can't move. What is the identity of this child? She couldn't see his future, and it was a misty future.

Being beaten by Jomo for a while, they didn't even care, but just looked down.

“We cannot accept what has not been done to you, but we hope that you will think clearly, not to distort your heart for what is not necessary, and that living in the present is of the utmost importance. ”

“Ha ha, what are you qualified to do with me? Ning Mengyao, your life is so good, there is no hassle in your life, if there is, it will be rich and expensive, and you will still live a long life like me? I've lived my whole life in busy and fearful times watching myself approach death every day.” She looked at Ning Mengyao with some envy and some jealousy. Why is such a life not hers?

Originally, she liked Ning Mengyao very much. She was also grateful. She saved herself, saved her son, and helped to take care of the child.

But the second time I saw her, her life was scarce, and she was just beginning to think that life was smoother, and that life made her envious.

So in her later relationship, she began to contact Ning Mengyao, knowing that Jomo had a language gift was actually an accident, an accident that was very bad for her.

She thought she could survive, but who knew it would end up like this? Jomo, this man is not easy at all. Perhaps, as he said, their prophecies are nothing but chicken ribs.

Jomo stretched his hand around Ning Mengyao's neck and leaned in her arms to see that she did not repent. His eyes slightly cooled. At this time, he did not look like a child at all.

The only time I saw this expression go down, my body was slightly stiff, and Jomo's eyes were frightened. How could a child's eyes be so horrible?

“Don't let it fall on you.” Ning Mengyao looked down and sighed.