Originally, it looked like the peerless beauty was comfortable with her eyes, and Qiqi was very happy with it, but she was too close, she was really uncomfortable, her limbs seemed to be burning, and why did she need to convey spiritual power to her mouth, but she was not injured.

Just when Yun Hongluo could finally get what he wanted, Qi Qi was a little annoyed, and the rattan thorn sword slapped directly at Yun Hongluo's cheek, shaking off his face of dust, like a blow to the head, he opened his eyes, let go of the palm that bound her wrist, and continued to support her, his little eyes were aggrieved and lost, and he wondered if he was completely unattractive.

Looking at the handsome face that was close at hand, the white half of his cheeks were flushed by the impact, and there was dirty dirt, "I'm sorry." She apologized with a smile.

"It's okay." Yun Hongluo shook his head in frustration, what did he want to do just now, he should be beaten, and this kind of thing can't be rushed.

The wet eyes emitted a dim light that had been hit, and the hair was messy against the corners of her forehead, Qiqi looked at it, and immediately reflected on herself, whether she was too ruthless, she stretched out her palm and vigorously blew away the dust floating on his cheeks with her mouth, while patting the clinging soil with her fingertips.

Xingmu looked at Qiqi, Yun Hongluo enjoyed this wonderful treatment, who wanted a small piece of soil in front of his forehead to be destroyed by Qiqi, along the thick eyebrows, eyelashes rolled into his eyes, "Ah." He let out a low groan, narrowed one eye, blinked, his long eyelashes trembling, and tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes.

Qi Qi, who has been clumsy with the caretaker, hurriedly pulled up his eyelids, exposed his eyeballs, and his lips approached to blow away the dust that rolled in.

After making sure that his eyes were clean, Qiqi retracted his neck to look like a turtle, his half-drooping eyes slowly raised, his palms crossed and waved, and he apologized: "I didn't mean to." ”

The tentacles of memories opened a door, and in the scorching heat of the Lingling Village on the mountainside of Kunlun Mountain, pandas were only greedy for coolness in summer, lying in the shade of the trees by the pond to sleep.

"It's just summer, and I'm eating bamboo shoots." The crisp sound of children's voices echoed around him.

He used his hands and feet together, sat up with his round upper body, shook his head, sober and sober, strangely his eyelids seemed to be glued, and he couldn't open them, and he only saw a gap in the scene in front of him.

Pleasant and familiar footsteps, "Enron, what's wrong with your eyes looking at me?" He looked through the gap at his half-cut companion and asked for help.

Chen Anran threw the bamboo shoots to the ground, bowed down and looked at them carefully, then lay on the ground, slapped his hands and feet on the ground, and almost laughed, "Genius, who are you fighting with?" She touched her aching stomach and pointed at him, "Your two eyes have become veritable panda eyes." ”

"I didn't." Summer only with a trill, crying, "Enron, will my eyes be completely closed, and then become blind." ”

"That's it." He began to sob, "If that's the case, what will I do in the future?" ”

The little friend cried, and Chen Anran, who was smiling, immediately stood up, turned off the laughter, and approached Xia Cai, who ran into her eyes as bright as the winter sun in the narrow line of sight, and the aura was warm.

Chen Anran propped up his chin with one hand, looked left and right, and pressed his hand, slapped his palm, and said confidently: "It's okay, genius, it should be swollen, I'll pick some herbs for you." You stay here. ”