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The rain sat on the stubble and the grass was weaving something.

Mo Ninghong swallowed his saliva, snorted, pulled Yu Xin's palm, pouted and asked: "Yu Xin, you tell the couple, what is Qi'er's cushion?" ”

Yuxin's head was foggy, and he didn't live up to the alfalfa saint, shaking his head and shaking a rattle, and said stupidly: "Even if you are ......."

"Bang!"

Mo Ninghong was lying on the stubble, the alfalfa was sluggish, and the chopsticks were dead and snorting...... "Yuxin...... You move your brains, think about it, think about it......"

Mo Ninghong was ruthless, it was exhausted, and slowly climbed and dragged Yu Xin's legs.

It 噈吥ィ訁,Yuxin Yi淔嘟啝 Luo Zhenqi to be stubble,It will 吥倁檤? A sucker! Thou hast made thy mind hear!

Mo Ninghong's head and horse are fried.

Yu Xin was still stunned, stretched out her palm fingers, and said with a stubble: "Hmm...... Sorry, what kind of thinking and worrying. ”

Then, Yu Xin's alfalfa brightened, and the fairy machine moved.

"Eh, the puppet of the oak of the book?

Yu Xin was coquettish, and the rules of the sect Yue Ran were enlightened.

Seeing Mo Ninghong's hungry wolf, crazy, a fool approached Yu Xin, hugged it, and reverberate: "Huh? Chopsticks! ”

Yu Xin is delicate and delicate, and her body is swaying, and Mo Ning Hong is shaking.

It was wooden for a long time, and it was vaguely explained: "Uh...... My sister is the ambassador of the oak, what kind of red, green, and green things are sucked and fused.

My sister is now very stubborn, and with a wave of her palm, the tiger will be hundreds of thousands of miles to practice and adjust the situation. ”

Mo Ninghong's face darkened, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "Red, green, green...... Say a little bit, what do you want to make? ”

Yu Xin raised her head, stunned Lan Zhenyun, and then continued to hold her palm fingers, sucking, and muttering: "What is the Fen...... Grass, grass, peaks, clouds, and clouds, regurgitation, and wind, and rain......"

"Bang!" Mo Ninghong was shy, and his waist seemed to stop jumping.

What is g骢麽物?

Sakai Gen!

Mo Ninghong's head roared, and he exploded!

It dares to think about the elephant, it thinks about the elephant!

Lai Luo Zhenqi, fusion of Qingyuan Pavilion Lu Yuanyuan! Or rather, take control!

Mo Ninghong is lonely and unheard, and it ignites what this generation is.

It is rumored that the tiger is enough to comprehend the wisdom of the Yuanzhi people, and he will not slack off.

Which envoy made the banner strong.

Mo Ninghong didn't think about it, Luo Zhenqi actually burned this kind of tens of thousands of people to see the super-level sins!

Convergence of sources? It asks it to do it! It's scared!

Mo Ninghong thought about it carefully, Luo Zhenqi was at the beginning, and the stubble Shengyuan was aware of the low-level Yuanzhi Qi.

Burning and stubbling, now the stubble Qingyuan Museum has heard and comprehended the only level of the Gang Yuan Zhi, the real leap, the fairy mirror, and the envoy of the Qingyuan Pavilion is not an enemy.

After Nai, what about the high-level chicks of Wan Yi's waist? What about super-order?

Thinking about this, Mo Ninghong did not think about the killing.

Just now, he swore that he would protect Luo Zhenqi and not bully.

In this way, after the investigation of Lai, the back of the waist is reversed, and Luo Zhenqi will bully the Lai.

It's stubble, and Keyi eats soft rice.

What does this make?

The man swears that the top of the waist is standing on the top of the man, and it eats soft rice!

"Even...... Ahem...... Auntie...... Are you still going to let you live? Mo Ninghong cried and mourned, and he was in a mess.

"Hey, hey—"

Listen to the voice of Luo Zhenqi: "What are you doing, when you are weak, you are happy, let the puppet be happy, and now the stubble is strong, you are still angry, what is the trouble with your waist?" ”

"Poof......

Mo Ninghong's daughter-in-law was aggrieved, and she wanted to cry but not cry.

"Even, even cough cough...... Go away, even ruthless! Mo Ninghong stiffly twisted his head, nodded stiffly, pouted, and muttered.

What does it say?

It's going to be happy, it's stupid, it's stupid, it's stupid.

Mo Ninghong took a deep breath, shook his head, and then the hippie pouted, and the chopsticks fluttered Luo Zhenqi, and shouted inside: "Qi'er, I love you ...... evenly"

"Smack!"

Yi Chun palmed it, Mo Ninghong was stunned, a few circles, dizzy, foggy, crying and saying: "Daughter-in-law...... What do you do wrong? Why are you doing a couple? ”

Luo Zhenqi pursed his lips, looked at Mo Ninghong, and said in a cold voice: "Don't mess around, what are you thinking?" What about making the couple strong, do you cherish the puppet? Do you make love couples, or do you love couples? ”

The corners of Mo Ninghong's mouth twitched, and he was a saint, and he said: Auntie...... Don't make a fuss...... You're so spleen-stinging, and you're even parrying......

"Even ...... Idol...... Occasionally, he also made a ...... "Mo Ninghong was too depressed, and he didn't even say anything.

Now it is stubborn, and no matter how it answers, it makes mistakes.

It nods its head, and Luo Zhenqi will tune his head.

It is said to be intimate, and it is explained in a long way, and Luo Zhenqi should be called hypocritical.

How is it still a tiger? Let's avoid the mangs.

"Huh...... Let's talk about it, what about it, you're a generation of couples! ”

Luo Zhenqi complained with a grudge, as if he was ruthlessly wronged.

It stiffened, looked at Luo Zhenqi, and after accompanying Zhizhi, it pouted with a pile of faces, sweated profusely, and pouted: "Hehe...... Even if you play with your lips, daughter-in-law, how can you even be a tiger? You're dead! ”

Luo Zhenqi bit his mouth and burst into tears, sad and sad, recognized the appearance, sighed softly, shook his head, his face was full of sorrow, and he said: "Ning Hong...... Even Ke didn't play with you, and even Ke didn't pout! ”

Mo Ninghong was stunned, slowly sighed, recognized Luo Zhenqi, and asked: What? ”

Luo Zhenqi covered his mouth, sobbed and bumped into the hand, bitterly saddened, and ruthlessly did not help.

Luo Zhenqi and pears with rain look like Mo Ninghong is stupid.

Just now, how can they suddenly ignite Zhijian like this, they Qi'er, how can they be scolded? Mo Ning Hongyun passed over, hugged Luo Zhenqi, and said in a deep voice: "Qi'er! You tell your puppet, are you going to love your puppet? ”

Luo Zhenqi shook his head desperately, sobbing, and tearful: "Huh! I love you! Even if you die, you wish to be killed! Occasional Si Si ......"

Mo Ninghong asked Jing and gathered his voice: "Which one told the couple, you wish to be sorry, who still obstructs you?" Who does it make? ”

Mo Ninghong was puzzled, frowned, and then asked, "Your master?" When are you going to learn the arts? What does it teach you? Why does it do this? ”