After burning, it nodded on its forehead, and then Mo Ninghong, and thought about it, so that Xi Xi's Fen bear was enough to take care of Mo Ninghong.

The villagers of this Fen were surprised by Mo Ninghong, and they exchanged their heads and ears after burning.

"This, what a mess! Is it alive and dying? ”

"What is this thinking about?"

"Daddy and mother-in-law, why are you kneeling and scared, are you afraid of monsters? Even if you hold it, it's so bad! The baby blinked in confusion and muttered.

At this time, Zhu Jian finally made the cold quiet frightened, and he thought about this one.

Tong Yan is jealous, and he will tell lies.

Since it burned this holy beast, it didn't hurt it to pick up children, it should, this makes a good holy beast!

The swarthy brother stood one by one, standing beside the snow peak, pouting at the snow peak with a face full of pouts and baring his teeth, and after burning, it recognized that it was frightened, and it was tempting Mo Ning Hong's snort and snort.

It was found that the breathing was sloppy, and Mo Ninghong was lacking, and he was still ruthless.

It frowned, scaring Mo Ninghong's scarred wounds, and did it to talk about this Fen ordinary and unruly story, and it was miserable and unbearable.

"Holy Beast Pavilion, you can speak, you should listen to the words of the puppet, pick up the scared, ask you to answer, make the head of the head, make the head of the head, make the head of the head, and the sneer?"

The swarthy and the swarthy probe the scar, and the giant Xue Feng said.

Xue Feng nodded immediately, and said: "Why did you say that you were done like this...... "Holy Beast Pavilion, this one is injured, can you save it?" ”

Xuefeng nodded desperately, and said: What do you do!

"What kind of people are you, you will hurt the puppet......"

Xue Feng nodded again, and said: Guilty of sneering......

"Why, Holy Beast Pavilion, are you willing to scare the village of Stubble? Even the village is ready to entertain you! ”

The swarthy one held his breath and replied to Lan Xuan.

The snow peak sniffs and smells, and it feels like the smell of the peak and spring, and it is getting closer and closer.

Xue Feng nodded in fright.

The swarthy chin stood on his body, wiping his forehead with sweat, and suddenly relaxed.

It immediately delighted the villagers and said: "What about the Xuan, the original Laiwa and the Lai Wa are the envoys, the holy beasts are in the palace, and the immortals are in the clouds." The house is afraid, which makes the holy beast! It hurts, and it saves! ”

"Huh...... Scared to death! Yuan Lai made a false alarm. The villagers suddenly sweated, and they relaxed and frightened.

After Zhi, it began to scream and scream: "Holy Beast Pavilion, puppet family, kill a chicken for you to eat!" ”

"Yo Yo Yo, Yi Yu, even slaughter the pigs of the puppet family, and stew pork ribs for the house!" The guy was hunched over his waist, and his lean face was full of a kind of care.

"Wait, Emperor, do you have a pig? What do you pity to kill? "Hmph, even raise three pigs, return the fish pond, boil a pot of pork ribs for the holy beast house, and boil a pot of fish soup to drink!" ”

"Lailai, puppeteer!"

A group of people were frightened, and Huan pouted and hugged Xue Feng's limbs and pulled Lai and pulled them, and Ke Xi made them move.

Xuefeng stabilized Taifeng, and a sweaty head glanced at this group of, and it muttered: What kind of mess, will you occasionally eat and play with it? Don't talk about the topic, but make your waist tight!

Casually, Xue Feng's face was majestic, and he roared twice, scaring Hu Ling and hurriedly dispersed.

Seeing that it was scared to point at Mo Ninghong, he showed his disgust after making a fool of himself.

I understand this.

"Oh," swarthy sneer patted his brain, "hehe, I almost forgot, the original Lai Holy Beast Pavilion made me think about letting the couple save this guy!" Hurry up, hurry up, even carry it on your back, you will give the healing medicine to the puppet, and you will be able to do it for a while! ”

The swarthy and swarthy sneer bent over, thinking about the waist of Mo Ninghong's book and carrying the card, it was instantly embarrassed.

"What's the matter, Uncle It?" The women wondered.

The swarthy man spread his palms and pouted bitterly: "This is the case, the book stool and the wheel, how fierce is it, what is it!" Let's talk about it! Carrying the Alpha"

"Hey, stupid!" A few other Han people made up of it, it pulled a Mo Ning Hong, and suddenly his face turned green, and he also looked at it, and he made a scar, not to mention two hundred catties, five hundred catties!

This made Yin Mo Ninghong cultivate the One Yuan Vientiane Holy Spirit, rammed the bones of the self and made them solid, condensed the waist of one and one of them, and burned them to make them ruthless.

The envoy picked up the swarthy and squirted, the stretcher shouted the number, and Fei accompanied the vigorous, and finally moved Mo Ninghong to the dark courtyard and put the stubble on the bed.

"Click!" Mo Ning Honggang put it away, the wooden board was custom-made into a bed board, and the chin collapsed.

After the twilight, Mo Ning Hongpi put the stubble on the board, and the swarthy and swarthy lady rubbed it.

It's been a busy rush, and it's been like this.

Xuefeng was lying on the stubble, and he was moving to gather Mo Ninghong.

The wives and grandmothers of each of them ran around their homes, surveyed the snow peaks, touched the snow peaks, and hugged the snow peaks.

It's all about it. The stubble snow peak is a little bit sloppy.

At noon, Mo Ning Hongpi wiped the swarthy rag again.

The villagers took the herbs and sent them to the water.

"Alas...... This child, who is so ruthless, will be like this, and he will be pitied. Wiping her tears and sighing.

"Don't talk about it, give it a dress!"

……

Toilet, Mo Ning Hong's clothes were injured, and the herbs were covered with it.

It was lying quietly like this, covering its stubble.

This swarthy and ugly, it makes the village miles and miles in charge, its father makes the village head, and it succeeds the village head, and the village is usually in charge of it, and the envoy asks it to take care of it.

Brother Dong, they are their relatives and children, they are swarthy and ugly, and they are affectionately called Wei, Uncle Li.

The slanting sun is like a shadow, and it is getting late to cesium.

Xuefeng is still lying at the door of Uncle Li's house, bothering and bothering, and wishing to be happy.

The villagers brought it a meal of roasted wine and meat, and it shook its head and sniffed it.

The villagers sighed and sighed.

The chin is small, the courtyard is mile, the brother is smiling, the stubble is quiet, and the straw is weaving the broom.

Poor children leave their homes early, don't survey their materials to pick up two years old, work to make a bear's paw, make sweeps, fishing nets, and boast in the village.

It spoke quietly, glancing at the snowy peaks, with its eyebrows lowered and the straw at the corners of its mouth, and continued to weave books casually.17