It's a drop. Something that can be done scientifically. Why do you want to rectify this evil? Cough. DNA testing is also a two-way street. Just a kid has a fart. There must always be a "father" to compare it to. Now. She is a "father", and Mao Er can't figure out the direction. I checked who I was looking for. So. Had to try this wicked thing first. As for the science set. That's also the second step. Let's "catch" the "father" first.

this day. Wei Xiaobai carried two pigs' heads on his back and sent them to the patriarch's house. Respectfully invited the old father to the deserted temple.

Gao Yan saw this Naxi father. Filled with deep respect. Daddy's eyes are old and wise. It is impossible to trust.

"You've always been a Dongba scripture teacher."

"Yes."

"This scripture is 'Hualu'."

"Huh. You know quite a bit. Yes. ”

Daddy handed her a scripture book in his hand. Gao Yan took it with both hands.

At this time, Gao Qian, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, was breastfeeding. But. Dignified and religious. It's a taste.

These mysterious, out-of-the-way things. Gao Qian's history. Of course I heard about it. "Hualu" is a scripture that was passed down in the hands of some Dongba scriptors and recorded mantras in hieroglyphs. How many times do you have to smell in life. Gao Qian's hand touched. Incredibly rare.

This is the case with ethnic minorities. The more you respect his culture. The more he reciprocates you with the most sincere heart. This is the most simple side of our ethnic minority compatriots.

Gao Yan's reverence left a good first impression on Dad. The first time I went up the mountain. After getting a little idea of her preliminary situation. Every other day. When I came up the hill again. Prepare something. Begin to operate on her.

Truly magical.

I saw my father chanting mantras in a low voice. While putting the red-hot pebbles into the hot water. Cover with green mugwort leaves. And then. Pour cold water into a basin. Burnt stones and mugwort leaves emit thick smoke. It's not smoky. It's in this puff of smoke. The ferocity gradually sailed into the deep abyss of memory...

Wei Xiaobai and Chu Yi stood two or three steps away. Quietly and slightly interested, he looked at her curiously.

The Grim sat cross-legged. The head droops slightly. At this time, there is no delicate air at all. for she put her hands on her knees. The waist is straight. It's a bit strong and domineering. It's like a ninja.

Wei Xiaobai laughed. The Wild is indeed multifaceted. It seems that God hides multiple features in her: not going crazy. no exposed; Not quirky. Unremarkable. It's a very delicate neurosis.

And at this time. The delicate neuropathy of the world's unparalleled head is tumbling over the river. What are they?

Xinjiang dry soil and muddy ground. There is not a trace of moisture.

And she. Wet.

She was in a very strange pose. Lie on your back. Legs wide open. Stacked upwards... He was very shy. Raise your eyes slightly. She could see her black jungle and watery curtain holes.

He snorted. Twist your face and look to the side. into the eyes. It's four small porcelain bottles. Lying on the ground... My bottle. The ferophyll is about to reach out and grab it. At this time. The body is heavy. Chen Mu came over like a thin cloud.

Chen Mu. Chen Mu。。。。。。

He looked at him in disbelief.

He has beautiful eyes. Sometimes. Look deeper. and staring at you like a Persian cat. Suck your soul.

Fierce eyes are inherently inherently inherently unfocused. After a while, it will diverge.

He blindfolded her.

The legs are spread wide. Between the legs is a piece of sky. He's hiding beneath the sky.

A tube of swelling mixed with coldness squeezed into her. Spinning and shaking. Gruntled groaning. A little lip. Happiness and shyness overflow the corners of the lips.

The smoke cleared. Snap and open your eyes. Sip gently. Her red, bright face was distinct in the smoke. It's like a peach blossom in a halo.

It's like waking up in the **. Called Wei Xiaobai and Chu Yi both looked deep in their thoughts... Who. Call her so angry.

That's right. There is clearly shame hidden in this bright red. Instinctively, he lowered his head and bit his lip.

She remembered. But I remembered half of it. It's still a bit related to her terrible broken brain. Someone else's original brain. Lost memory. One casts. I can afford to think of them all. Her brains have been stabbed. The Lenovo system is well developed. Lost memories are "embellished" too much. It is easy to get out of shape. It's not. I think of most of the Xinjiang experience. Alone with Chen Mu's "ghost fight". I didn't dare to think more perverted. In this way, the process of "humiliation" is automatically blocked. Take the mouth of the bottle and plug the lower body like that. The self-esteem of the wild man cannot be probed a second time. Thereupon. came to the side of "human nature". He's pressed it now. Put it in. Nature is his lifeblood. Merely. How cold and cold... Hey. Fools are suspicious.

This time. Gao Yan couldn't reveal the truth at all. Originally, "Chen Xiaoshou" was used to "kill". This is going to pull Chen Mu in again. It's really fatal. She couldn't afford it. And also. Her goal was just to find out where the seeds came from. If the other party is Chen Mu. Gao Qian must be rotten and his stomach is silent... She was afraid that Chen Mu would snatch the child from her. Let's be honest. Get along day and night according to the past six months. Gao Yan still faintly felt Chen Mu's temperament. It's better not to provoke.

Of course. Gao Yan also knows how to be cautious about "looking for his father". You can't just rely on a "hypnotism" to say 100% that my son is Chen Mu's. This. After becoming a mother, Gao Yan is indeed much more stable. I'm going to think about things. It's easy to have a direction. I wanted to get Chen Mu's DNA. One comparison. I don't understand everything.

Just think about it. The rosy on Gao Li's face also faded a little. Breathing slowly and steadily.

"Whoa. Drink saliva. ”

The first day of junior high handed her water.

Catch it. Take a sip. He also wiped his lower lip with his hand and neck.

"Something comes to mind."

Wei Xiaobai put his hands behind his back. Bent over to look at her.

The neck of the hand is still on the lips. "I remembered. I'm Ye Zilong. Secretary to the President. Follow dad in archaeology. ”

"Where's the child's father? Why is the face so red. ”

"All I saw were double cultivation murals. I didn't see any real person. ”

She lowered her hand. Look to the side. His face was slightly red. I seem embarrassed.

True and false. You're really hard at judging. You say she saw the bold and pungent double cultivation murals. It's not impossible to blush and sob; But you said she remembered something else. Reluctant to say. It's also possible.

"Ahem. Think as much as you want. Let's not dwell on this. ”

Ay. That's why they love them. How sweet. He nodded. Lay down and rested.

The two ghosts did have doubts in their hearts. But. And as they said. "Don't dwell on this. Everything is based on the joy of the heart.

Three or four days later. Wait until you can walk around on the ground. She was worried about her father and sister in Hong Kong. A son is born. My grandparents and aunts didn't know how to do it.

Thereupon. Pack up and go. The hero's mother finally hugged the double tiger and returned to Luan Xiangjiang domineeringly.

(Tut-tut.) Sisters, these stamps are domineering. The young lady was excited. Thank you. Haha)