"Don't you really agree?" Yi's expression remained unchanged, and he asked slowly, and after getting a positive answer, he took off his robe in public. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info uh, rest assured, there are no inappropriate pictures for children, can you expect birds to emerge from a bunch of vines? Seeing the movement of his clothes, the old king also stopped changing at any time, took off his robe, and moved to his son. Seeing this, the queen helplessly held her forehead, as if she was saying that she was coming again, shook her head, automatically walked to Mo Ying's side, pulled her who was out of the situation, and said that the father and son were going to fight a decisive battle, and all the winners had the final say.

The method of solving the problem of the Phytolling Soul Clan is so simple and rude, there are differences of opinion, unconvinced, contradictions, trivial, a fight is, the one who loses listens to the winner, how can there be so many entanglements? Yi didn't meet a good time, like when his father met his mother, his father was already the patriarch of the Zhiling clan, the king of the Zhiling clan, there was no parental pressure, no mob rebellion, and he happily made the decision to marry alone. If you want to marry Mo Ying, you have to have a fierce battle first.

Mo Ying looked at the father and son who were confronting each other, and suddenly became a little envious of the way of survival of the Spirit Plantation Clan, which was simple and direct enough, compared to the human world, it was much more complicated, and a small thing could often evolve into a big thing. But human beings have their own way of living, and they can't copy the way of life of other races, so envy can only be envy.

"Uh......" Mo Ying thought that she would see a lively battle, and thought that if she lost, she would have an excuse to delay time, and she would cheat and cheat, if she really wanted to marry him, she would never be able to. But what Mo Ying saw, she must have hallucinated, and she saw the father and son playing the game of "two little bees flying into the flowers". Seeing Mo Ying's shock, the queen explained with a smile: "Although our clan likes to settle disputes by fighting, in order to reduce losses, we usually choose a milder way. ”

The corners of Mo Ying's mouth twitched, it was indeed "gentle" enough, but she just wanted to say "mentally retarded" at the moment. However, the Planters seem to like to like to play games that humans have long stopped playing, and the father and son have developed from "little bees" to "fifteen or twenty", looking at this, I am afraid that even the game of "I'm not afraid that the little ghost will come and cut a knife" will be played. Mo Ying involuntarily made up a picture in his brain, when there was a large-scale conflict in the Zhiling clan, a group of Zhiling happily played the game of eagles catching chickens under the leadership of the patriarch, and tamed one when they caught one.

Shaking her body, Mo Ying suddenly became less nervous, if the Zhiling Clan was such a simple and naïve race, then she would definitely be able to integrate well here, because she had experience with children. The little bird nested in Mo Ying's arms, and glanced at the two fathers and sons who were playing games with disdain, but there was a hint of envy, he missed his father so much. Da Xie was also very envious of Yi and the old king's father-son relationship, but he didn't even know what his father looked like.

"Hahahaha......" Suddenly, this pleasant battle ended, and the old king threw his fists and clothes out of scissors.

Yi glanced at his hand resentfully, why can't he always change the habit of scissors when he plays guessing boxing? The old king won his own son, it was so cool, he laughed so much that his eyebrows were about to fly, and he had to fly at the queen. The queen was full of helplessness, comforted Mo Ying, and said that Yi would win his father sooner or later.

"It's better never to win." Mo Ying said something in her heart, but her face showed just the right amount of loss.

"Don't be complacent, I'll beat you!" Yi happened to see the loss on Mo Ying's face, and the originally depressed mood instantly turned into full fighting spirit, isn't it just losing, one day you can win against this old thief. The old king smiled even more happily, boy, if you want to win him, wait for the next life, if you want to marry a daughter-in-law, you will wait for the next life, hum!

After winning the duel, the old king, who was in good health, took the queen away, and looked eager, as if he wanted to roll the sheets. Mo Ying couldn't help but make up the picture of the old king and queen rolling the sheets, and the goosebumps fell to the ground in an instant, no matter how it changes, if the plant spirit can't change the root, is it using the root to mate with the lover? As if he could read Mo Ying's thoughts, Yi touched his head and explained: "Actually, our part can be changed. ”

"......" The corners of Mo Ying's mouth twitched, but she was thinking that the part of the spirit plant could be changed, it was still terrifying, the root is not equivalent to wood, a woman is so delicate that it will be damaged, right? Yi saw Mo Ying's question, and blushed, this kind of explanation is not clear, you can only know it through personal experience, but he and Mo Ying are not legal husband and wife, and they can't do that kind of thing, so they can only let her misunderstand first. Anyway, he will be able to defeat the old thief soon, and when he marries Mo Ying, he will tell her what is going on with the **** of Zhiling, hehehehe.

Yi thought of a beautiful picture, and couldn't help but laugh a few times, which made Mo Ying's back tense in an instant and widen the distance. Seeing that Mo Ying was shocked, Yi calmed down in time, coughed dryly, picked up the robe on the ground and put it on, and took Mo Ying to her temporary residence, a very beautiful flower house, which is said to be the residence of the princesses-to-be in the past. Seeing that Mo Ying lived here, the female plant spirits who had long heard that Yi had chosen a female slave to be the princess clenched their fists one after another, wanting to fight with her. And Zhiling has always been a man of action, just do what he says, and as soon as the clothes leave, he surrounds the flower room.

"You're going to fight me?" Mo Ying hugged the bird, raised her eyebrows lightly, glanced at these females, and said.

"Yes!" The females shouted in unison, and Mo Ying put down the bird, walked out of the flower room, and let them decide how to fight. It turns out that Zhiling is really very simple, and he actually wants to play the game of "one, two, three wooden people" with Mo Ying. Mo Ying had the illusion of returning to her childhood in an instant, when she was still in the village, she often played some games with Mo Hui that had long been lost, and her mother taught them to play, and now it seems that playing games is sometimes a means of saving her life. Therefore, Mo Ying happily agreed to this request and played with the females, no, they fought.

After a lap, Mo Ying won unexpectedly, and the losing females, some were convinced, some were unconvinced, and those who were unconvinced put down their cruel words, and came to challenge again the next day, and sent their blessings convincingly, and also made a wreath for Mo Ying as a gift.

Mo Ying looked at the backs of the females and remembered Mo Hui, if Mo Hui was here, she would definitely be able to play well with them. Mo Hui, what are you doing now, are you sad that my whereabouts are unknown, or are you persistently looking outside? (To be continued.) )