Mo Jiuxiao: ......

Child...... It seems that he threw it casually and put it in the cold palace.

The two hurried out of the hut and found the baby sleeping soundly on a large chaise longue.

An Baobao held his forehead in annoyance: "Jiuqing, I just handed over the child to you for a while, and you almost lost it?"

Mo Jiuxiao didn't say anything anymore when he knew that he was wrong. When Leopard Zhen sent Lizhuo over before, he casually put the child aside. And then give ...... Forgot.

"It seems that we are really not suitable for taking care of children. Luo An'an sighed, "In the future, I have to find him the right careful father!"

"I have a good suggestion. Uncle Mo finally spoke up at this moment, quite a bit of a taste of making up for it: "What does Luo Luo think of Senior Brother Lin and Senior Brother Wang?" Senior Brother Lin is a careful and gentle person, as for Senior Brother Wang, his cooking is delicious. This child will be blessed in the future. ”

If a sleeping baby could speak, he must have frantically tugged at Mo Jiuxiao's collar and shook it: "I'm still just a baby, does Koufu have anything to do with me?"

But for An Baobao, who "eats more than the sky", he seriously considered this suggestion, and finally found that it seemed to be a good idea? But—

"I see that Senior Brother Wang is now indulging in the world of two, and he probably doesn't want to have another child at this time. An Baobao said euphemistically.

Mo Jiuxiao saw that Luo An'an did not object, and his heart was settled: "Luo Luo rest assured, there is no need to consider Senior Brother Wang's feelings at all." His father, Chef Wang, has not much longevity left, and his grandson has always been a regret in his heart. He'll definitely agree. As for Senior Brother Lin, don't you know him yet? He also wants to have a child with Senior Brother Wang, if it weren't for the fact that he couldn't have children himself, maybe Senior Brother Wang would be the father of several children now. ”

"That's fine! Oh hehe, I've finally got your little thing in my hands. Luo An'an lowered her head and touched the little baby's red face, and spoke easily.

Suddenly, Luo An'an's figure froze. She stood still for a while, and then said slowly: "That faint monarch is dying again, and the dragon qi is about to leak." ”

This sentence is as light as if it was blown away by the night wind. But Mo Jiuxiao knew that what Luo An'an said was true.

At this moment, the basement of His Royal Highness Yan Jun's bed.

The basement was empty, but the air was filled with the rotting smell of corpses and the disgusting smell of blood. The most eye-catching are the four vermilion pillars carved with dragon patterns. They formed a circle around the blood jade altar in the very center, and on the altar lay a woman in a phoenix robe. It's not someone else, it's the Queen Mother who was in a coma before.

The Queen Mother was originally frightened and fainted, so she woke up not long after. But when he opened his eyes, he found himself in a strange place, and his hands and feet were tied, and his mouth was stuffed with rags. She looked around timidly, there was no one but a few pillars and a few faint candles.

And the pillar looks very weird, obviously carved with an auspicious dragon, but it gives people a feeling of oppressive darkness. Especially the pairs of dragon eyes that protruded outward, as if they were looking at her viciously, intending to swallow her into their stomachs.

Perhaps because people are very sensitive under pressure, the Queen Mother realized that there seemed to be something wrong. On each pillar was a dragon, and they all stuck their heads out towards the altar with their mouths wide open. It looks like a dragon moaning, but it makes the Queen Mother involuntarily think of the big mouth of the python that shows its fangs when it pounces on people.