(Hehe: I'm sorry, I learned to make meat buns in the middle of the night, and the buns I bought here are like toilet paper, which not only is not delicious at all, but also destroys the taste buds...... ）

Fu Huan'er took back her little demon gourd and fell back into Lady Yao's arms again......

"Mother, daddy......" Fu Huan'er looked at her mother, Mrs. Yao, trembling all over, obviously, Fu Huan'er also felt that her real father was inside the headless black demon. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Huan'er, you come!" Mrs. Yao hugged Fu Huan'er tighter, lest the headless black demon with a fat stomach and intestines swallow Fu Huan'er too.

"There is no doubt that since the headless black demon has devoured Xianggong's soul power and has not escaped, its real purpose is Fu Huan'er, that is, to swallow Fu Huan'er, the only heir of the demon hunting family, she has truly solved the biggest worries of a dark demon......

Thinking of this, Mrs. Yao was shocked: "The headless black demon has eaten away at the soul and is so greedy, see how I clean it up with you" Mrs. Yao has a spectrum in her heart now.

The real purpose of the headless black demon is to ruin the Fuyi family.

In the end, the two generations of the Demon Hunter family: "Mrs. Yao" and "Fu Huan'er" were completely captured and left!

Lady Yao is from a family of demon hunters, and she and her master have an exceptionally superior divine sense, and with that superior divine sense alone, they can verify everything intuitively.

The most secret place, of course, is their noble dragon blood......

It is said that when Mrs. Yao's family completely destroys the headless demon clan, their entire Yao family will become the king of the soul world, and with their highly respected prestige, they will shock the world and practice the nine clans......

The headless black demon instantly became submissive, and it looked at Fu Huan'er pitifully, radiating a light of charity in its heart.

That kind of light is too familiar to Chai Feng'er, the fire girl.

"That's the breath of life of Fu Chai Feng'er's master, Fu Yi."

Just now, I saw that the headless black demon, one of them stood up, and the flying black monster body rushed towards Chai Feng'er to attack.

Seeing this, Chai Feng'er hurriedly picked up the burning stick and went towards the waist of the headless black demon to intercept it!

"Ahh

Seeing this, Mrs. Yao hurriedly flew forward. She desperately grabbed the headless, dark face that was going to her, and beat it away!

Fu Huan'er, who had been trembling and hiding in Mrs. Yao's arms, was a spirit, and when Mrs. Yao made a move, she quickly slipped from Mrs. Yao's arms like a little paper child with no weight of life......

"Mother: I'll come here!" Fu Huan'er already knew the true meaning of this headless black demon.

She relied on devouring one real soul after another to maintain her seemingly strong power.

As soon as she saw this, Fu Huan'er quickly reached out and took off the honeysuckle hairpin pinned to her ear, only to see that when her little hand touched the gold and silver hairpin, a golden light and silver light flashed between her fingers.

Just like the competing gold roses and silver roses, they exude an extremely dazzling metallic luster.

Fu Huan'er moved the lotus step gently, like a fairy out of the water hibiscus, and she drifted behind the headless black demon unconsciously.

The headless black demon suddenly froze, took a few steps back, and gasped.

Mrs. Yao's doctrine is certain, after a slap is slapped, another slap is made, extremely subtle: "Pap, papa, papa, papa, pa......p!" Just like that, face to face, she started work left and right, and slapped the headless black demon's increasingly clear black face!

The headless black demon was furious: she covered her dark face and looked at Lady Yao with a dodgy gaze.

(Because I still have to take medicine---- I have to make a few pots by myself.) Eat for the day. Because I make my own steamed buns and mix my own stuffing, I eat six or seven at a time, and four or five in one pot. My great-grandfather ate twelve at a time, it was my great-grandmother's big handbag, I had small hands and feet, although there were many buns, but there were few sides, and I put more baking powder......

As a result, one pot succeeded, and the other pot failed, and it was black and deflated. The taste is also very different...... There is also a pot in progress......

Recently, I have been working overtime, I am dizzy, and I am revising the draft, but I sent it out...... Greetings to all the authors and readers! I wish you great good health! Happy family! Happy heart!:)) (To be continued.) )