"Mo Jiajun +1. It's a pity that Miss Zishu is a mysterious thief, and she only shows her face in the movie, and she can't be photographed by the paparazzi. ”

The paparazzi smiled and said that they didn't dare to shoot, and they might be poured cement into the sea the next day after filming.

"Ahh

"Hahaha, upstairs is incisive, Feibai is obsessed with dancing, and he participates in too few activities, and he can't lick such a good face."

"Sister above, how can you be so superficial, obviously flying white long legs are better!"

"666666 is still a good fan welfare, the assistant Sister Hui helps the mobile phone black material, do you believe that there are still artists' assistants who will show videos of artists who are tired to the extreme of snoring and grinding their teeth? Waved. ”

"Hahaha, the mudslide in the assistant world is a little fat man, and Sister Hui is the big demon king in the assistant world, and anyone dares to scare with black material in one hand."

"Sisters, when it was useful before, did you stay with Yan Yi, who choked on the cubs?"

"Sister Hui understands."

"@慧姐, someone wants the god expression of your cub."

"It's all the devil, hug the two brothers."

"Has anyone knocked Shaojun and Wen Fu to get cp? The cold model attacked × obedient cat actor. Hee-hee-hee-hee, long legs. ”

"Upstairs is terrible, quietly take away the innocent Caiwei."

"Cai Wei, my wife, don't rob any of you!"

Mo Zishu patiently fed the raw meat in her hand, she casually took the hand towel she had prepared a long time ago, carefully wiped her slender fingers, and carefully combed the little fox's hair, completely outside the atmosphere of trying to cook.

Fang Sijia, who was staring at the ingredients with a sad face, gave up completely, threw away the vegetable stalks that could not be washed in his hands, and slowly moved to Sun Feibai, who could cook, and put on a posture that if you don't give me food, I will cry.

Sun Feibai had a good temper and took Fang Sijia's ingredients and squatted by the well that kept gushing spring water to clean them, while Jiang Caiwei, who looked soft and weak, also threw away the kitchen knife in her hand arrogantly, pretending not to see the meat that was chopped to pieces.

The two brothers of the family have long let go of themselves, and after finding fuel as required, they pulled the room break to form a group to play games, Wen Fu shrank in the sofa to look for the next hint required by the program team, while Wang Shaojun and Tong Youfeng squatted on the ground, analyzing the map that was all encrypted by myths.

The people who were thrown in the mountains were asked to walk back from this end, and Qi Zixuan, the owner of the manor, could not remember how to go on the road of the huge Houlin, so he had to look for a water source, and he has not come back yet.

The head of the Xiao family who followed him did not return for a long time, and the figures of the two who left before were a little nameless and dignified.

The first to come back, except for Mo Zishu, Luo Yixian, who everyone thought was the most unlikely, came back early, and ran on the ground and swam in the air, and also brought back unknown fruits and plants.

He was just a few meters behind Mo Zishu, holding a simple homemade fork in his hand, looking for the living creatures around him, and from time to time he turned his head and stared intently at the woman who was teasing the little fox, his eyes were soft, and his cold expression slowly faded, leaving only the bottomless black pupils precipitating the fire from hell.

As an artist of the monsters, he smiled and retreated, okay, he is a big guy who has a close relationship with Miss Mo.

The head of the Xiao family can run a horse.