Recently, Cong Ye often took out the small piece of tungsten stone from Grandma Sun in Sanjia Village, and remembered the old man's instructions to transfer the tungsten stone to her children and grandchildren if he met them. "Words, feelings, first, http://www.Klxsw.com

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So whenever there were soldiers who fled back from the front line in Embroidery City, Cong Ye went to inquire about the news of Grandma-in-law's children and grandchildren, but he never succeeded.

On this day, Congye took out the tungsten stone again and played with it in his hand.

"Husband, don't you have any news about your grandma's children and grandchildren?"

Cong Ye shook his head helplessly.

"The lord is not in a hurry, the war is not completely over, even if Grandma Sun's children and grandchildren escape, maybe they are afraid of being arrested by the government again, so it is possible that they dare not come back."

Zeng Jing's words have some truth.

Occasionally, the lively Miao Li would also take the tungsten stone from Cong Ye's hand and play for a while.

Just as she reached out to take it again, a small flame that had not appeared for a long time suddenly appeared. Frightened, Miao Li hurriedly withdrew her hand, and at the same time, she also subconsciously took two steps back.

Miao Li's subconscious actions immediately attracted the laughter of Zeng Jing and the four daughters of Meilan Zhuju.

None of them forgot the scene when Miao Li's clothes disappeared last time.

It's just that this time, the little flame, which was still like a villain, didn't tease Miao Li anymore, but suddenly floated to the tungsten stone in Cong Ye's hand.

It seemed that he had observed for a while, but finally wrapped the small piece of tungsten stone in one fell swoop. And it slowly broke away from the palm of the bush leaves, and was quietly suspended in the air four or five feet above the ground.

Cong Ye, who didn't understand what the little flame was going to do, was very worried that the little flame would melt the tungsten stone again on a whim, and was about to say a reminder, but the scene that Cong Ye didn't want to see happened like that.

The small piece of very hard tungsten stone turned into a flowing juice in the transparent light of the small flame almost instantly.

What surprised Cong Ye and the others the most was that the flowing black juice was undergoing incredible changes.

First the black faded, then a dark golden flash appeared. Until it finally turned into a bronzed mass.

It's not over yet, and under the control of the small flames, the bronze mass is constantly changing shape.

Calabash?

Tea cups?

Penknife?

Dagger?

Strange and plausible things appeared and destroyed, like a naughty child kneading a lump of mud, and the little flame didn't seem to have any idea what to make the bronzed mass that was encased.

It wasn't until the little flame seemed to be tired of playing with it, and turned the bronzed liquid into a small person with a head and limbs, that he turned into a small light man again, and in a flash, he returned to the middle point on the chest of Cong Ye.

With a snap, the little man created by the small flames fell to the ground.

Miao Li, who was quick with her hands, reached out and grabbed it in her hand.

Cong Ye was just about to remind her not to burn, but unexpectedly, looking at Miao Li's appearance, it seemed that the villain with only a head and limbs did not have the temperature that Cong Ye imagined.

Indeed, every time a small flame appears, it seems to feel only slightly warmer, but never feels the scorching temperature.

Just when Cong Ye pondered how the small flame burned and wanted to destroy a qiē since there was no blazing temperature, he heard Miao Li say happily:

"Sister Jingjing, will this villain be mine in the future?"

Yan Jing looked at Miao Li, who was full of joy, and then looked at the bush leaves who bowed her head and pondered, and said faintly:

"I'm afraid I need my husband's consent."

Cong Ye promised to meet the children and grandchildren of Grandma Sun's family in the future, and he wanted the things to be returned to the original owner. However, where is the appearance of that small piece of tungsten stone now? Even if it is returned, let alone Granny Sun's children and grandchildren, even Granny Sun herself will not believe that it is their family's tungsten stone.

Cong Ye seemed to have just remembered this question, staring at the simple villain in Miao Li's hand, shaking his head helplessly and saying:

"It seems that I can't return it to Grandma Sun's children and grandchildren."

"Really?! Did you hear it, the master agreed, and no one was allowed to rob me in the future. ”

Seeing Miao Li's childlike expression, Xiaomei pulled it over, stretched out her index finger and gently scraped it on Miao Li's small nose, and whispered in Miao Li's ear:

"Is Xiaoli going to leave it for her children to play?"

"What did Sister Xiaomei say?"

Miao Li, who was playing with the villain in her hand, didn't react all of a sudden,

"Whose child did Sister Xiaomei say?"

was said out loud by Miao Li, Xiaomei suddenly blushed, don't turn her head to look elsewhere.

More than once, all the women hinted that they wanted to have a child for Cong Ye. It's just that when they knew that Yan Jing and Cong Ye had not given birth for so many years, they gradually stopped mentioning this topic. But the longing in my heart never diminished.

Today, the old words were brought up again, and although they were a little shy, the eyes of the women gradually focused on Cong Ye.

"I'll go out for a walk."

Cong Ye had nothing to say to comfort them, so he could only flee in disgrace.

Because of Lin Cai and Jia Yue's four daughters, Mei Lan Zhuju rushed back to her old job and was responsible for serving Cong Ye and Yan Jing. Zeng Jing and Miao Li occasionally helped Lin Cai Jiayue, and occasionally helped Mei Lan Zhuju.

Therefore, most of the time, the four daughters of Lin Cai Jiayue are either in the kitchen or in the ear room next to the living room, and rarely take the initiative to come to Cong Ye's side.

Cong Ye, who didn't want to stride towards the door, pretended to be full of Lin Xing'er, who happened to be walking in front of Lin Cai Jiayue and the four daughters who came to deliver tea.

didn't hold on for a while, and because of too much inertia, all the teacups in the hands of the four women fell down, and there was a chaotic clanging sound, and they were all burned by the hot tea in their hands.

Cong Ye, who was in a hurry, wanted to turn around and call Yan Jing and the seven to come over to help, but when he turned around, he saw that Yan Jing was stopping Miao Li and Zeng Jing who wanted to come forward, and turned around and went back to the bedroom with them.

Cong Ye was embarrassed, so he had to help Lin Xing'er and the four daughters one by one, and check their scalded red and swollen slender jade hands one by one.

In distress, he suddenly remembered the small flame, and the little flame was summoned out in the turn of his mind.

However, the bush leaves neglected the mischievous nature of the little flame. It was indeed quickly floated around the four women's scalded jade hands, but at the same time burned the four women's thin clothes.

Suddenly, four jade bodies with their own merits appeared in front of Cong Ye's eyes, which made him at a loss for a while.

Especially the four girls Lin Xing'er, they were already stupid by the abrupt situation in front of them.

Whether it was a weird little light man, or a scald that recovered in an instant, before he could react, the clothes on his body suddenly disappeared.

How can you be embarrassed?

Fortunately, the four daughters, who had already belonged to her, did not scream in a panic.

Fortunately, there was no one else in the empty county government's house.

The four young girls even forgot to stretch out their hands to cover their shame, and stood in front of Cong Ye in a daze, with a touch of crimson on their pretty faces, they quickly spread, and the ear chakra, rice neck, and even **** also had a faint peach.