Mo Mi pointed to the flower pot, speechless. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Is this an April Fool's Day game?

"That's it?"

Looking at Jian Song's firm eyes, she had no choice but to take the flower pot.

But at this time, suddenly Jian Song didn't know where to get a knife.

"You bear with me, this thing is a good thing, I've found a lot of people's blood over the years, and it's useless. ”

Mo Xiaomi was suddenly a little scared, what is this for?

Send things and drip blood to recognize the baby, uncle, big brother, have you read too many novels, mentally retarded.

"Hehe, can we not cut it, I'm afraid it hurts. ”

At this time, Jian Chu didn't know when he came in, and he tugged at the corner of Mo Xiaomi's clothes.

"Aunt Mo, you're still here, my dad, it's just so difficult, just a drop of blood is enough, even I was fed this withered peach blossom by him with some blood. Also, the hillock, the big tooth, and a bunch of friends were all bloodied by him. ”

But it has never been saved......

I heard Jian Song say that as long as this withered peach blossom can be fed alive with blood, it will be its owner.

However, nothing has ever happened, and I never knew why Jian Song was obsessed with this!

Mo Xiaomi was taken aback by Jian Chu's words and was in a dilemma, but she was really afraid of pain, wasn't she?

If you don't cut it, looking at this posture, Jian Song will definitely haunt her.

Cut off, who else will I be?

He closed his eyes and slammed his fingers hard.

Suddenly tears blurred my eyes, it was so fucking painful......

Ma is dripping, Lao Tzu's blood is expensive!

One drop, two drops, three drops, the withered peach blossom branches seem to be really alive, and stars of green emerge from the roots.

Jian Song watched everything happen with fascination, and that person really didn't lie to him.

Someone who is destined has finally found ...... So, isn't she going back to him again?

Jian Song grabbed her injured hand and dropped a few drops.

I held it down and stopped the bleeding, and I can't feed too much at once, right?

No, this pot of flowers is not important, this talent is important, isn't it?

"Aunt Mo, it seems that you are really the owner of this potted plant. ”

I used to think that my father lied to him, it's so amazing, it's a problem that can't be solved with science.

Mo Xiaomi only felt that her hands were particularly painful, and she just wanted to leave this strange man.

Jian Song looked at Mo Xiaomi, and said to her, "You feed it every day and drink a little bit of your blood until the whole branch is back to life, and then feed it water." ”

Mo Xiaomi wants to beat people, why do you still have to feed blood?

"Can I refuse, I can't eat well now, I have to feed it blood, I will be stunted. ”

P: Are you still developing?

Jian Chu hugged Mo Xiaomi's thighs and looked at her pitifully.

"Sister Mo, you can do it, you see that only your blood can save it, then you can save Xiaohua, it's so pitiful, if you are afraid of stunted growth and can't eat well, you can go to my house to eat, three meals a day are enough, okay......"

Mo Xiaomi was deceived by this little thing, and she couldn't stand Jian Chu's pitiful appearance the most.

I also thought about how good it would be to be full of three meals a day, and no longer have to gnaw noodles to live!

But...... This blood is just that at a time, and it can actually be poked with a needle.

"Well, looking at your pitiful appearance, I'll reluctantly agree. ”

Jian Song thought in his heart that his son was still powerful, and he was really the leader of the pickled girl.

What are three meals?

Give her her son!

Hehe, if Jian Chu heard his father say this, he would definitely have to ask Cangtian if he was biological.