Chapter 177: The Crusade of the People of Jingfu 3

But Jing Xi Key in the space didn't know that Han Xing sued her in front of Jing Lian. At this time, Jing Xikey sat on the ground, with a book on his lap, holding a bunch of space-grown grapes in his hand, eating and reading the book with taste. From time to time, surprise flashed in his eyes and he nodded.

A book was finished by her in a short time, and as soon as she threw it away, the book fell not far away. There were already a lot of books on the ground not far away. Jingxi Key raised his free left hand, sucked in the air, and flew up a book from the shelf, which fell into her hand in an instant, put it on her knee and continued to flip, throwing a grape into her mouth from time to time.

And the fruit that washed himself looked at Jing Xikey with a complaining face, and his small body picked up the yellowed book from the ground and put it in its original position on the shelf. The master only knows that he is blessed, and he always lets her do heavy work and exhaust her soul. The body that has just been washed is 'dirty' again, and I hate the master, I hate it, I hate it......

Just when the two people in the space were comfortable, the expressions on the faces of the people outside could be described as changing.

After listening to Han Xing's words, Jing Lian's face changed several times, and finally his eyes spewed out a thick red light.

"The third sister is not such a person, she is usually reluctant to step on even an ant, how can she let the sixth aunt kneel in front of her 'door', let alone such a big sun." Jing Xuerou's gentle face looked incredulous, and her mouth kept talking for Jing Xikey.

"Eldest sister, you are not at home when you enter the number, I don't know how much our third sister has changed, but the current third sister can gouge out people's eyeballs and copy it." Jing Ziqing opened his mouth sarcastically. I don't know if she is sarcastic about Jing Xuerou or Jing Xikey.

As soon as Jing Ziqing's voice fell, the corners of Jing Xuerou's lips stiffened. With a cold light in his eyes, he swept over Jing Ziqing's body.

"Reverse 'girl', you haven't come out yet." Jing Lian yelled at the 'door' of Jingxi's key room with a dark face.

The Jingxi key in the space was so engrossed that she didn't hear it at all, but Guo'er heard it, and she looked at the Jingxi key tiredly and panting.

Oh, the dead old man has come to trouble the master again, do you want to tell the master? Don't, who let the master let himself do heavy work.

"Babble, babble!" Guo'er's face was happy, and she hummed a song out of her mouth.

Jing Xikey, who was fascinated by it, looked up at the happy fruit on his face, hooked the corners of his 'lips', and lowered his head again.

Outside the house, Jing Lian finished yelling, and after waiting for a while, no one came out or answered. The 'color' of the face is getting darker and darker.

"Key'er, come out! Your daddy won't blame you, you don't have to hide from us. "The eldest lady also opened her mouth to the 'door' of Jingxi's key room.

"Woo...... The tide key still doesn't forgive me. Hanxing clenched his mouth and cried loudly again.

Suzaku was about to pull the door out, but he heard the door open next to him.

"Click." The 'door' of Jingxi's key was opened.

Everyone in the courtyard looked at the 'door' of Jingxi's key room.

A small, round figure appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

I saw that the villain was wearing a big red belly pocket, and the two cupola braids on his head were tied with red ribbons.

The baby stood at the door of the room with his hazy eyes open and bare feet, looking at the people in the courtyard with suspicion in his eyes.

What are these old grandfathers and old women here for, especially the old man at the front who looked very angry and fierce.

Jing Lian looked at the child who appeared at the 'door', and already knew who he was in his heart. Look at the baby's eyes with disgust.

He knew that Jingxi Key had a son, and he knew that this child was not born to Jingxi Key.

"Little brat, your mother, won't you be afraid, let a little fart come out." Jing Ziqing stood beside Jing Lian, pointed at the short baby, and laughed.

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