Gui Yuxi's glutinous teeth grinned gently.

Laughing cunningly.

Such as a little fox.

She took things out.

See here.

Jun Moyan looked nervous, and his voice was slightly deep: "Give it back to this king." ”

"I don't." Gui Yuxi clutched his little paw firmly.

He was annoyed

Naturally she knows what she has in her hands.

That's his face.

Jun Moyan bent down to break Gui Yuxi's little hand.

Who knew that Gui Yuxi actually bit the back of Jun Moyan's hand with a backmouth.

Rumble.

It was as if a lightning bolt had split in his brain.

This situation is familiar.

He suddenly remembered that on the day he married the seventh princess, the woman who pretended to be a bride also bit him like this.

His heart is like water, and he is heavy.

Jun Moyan pinched Gui Yuxi's chin violently, pinching it stiffly, staring at Gui Yuxi coldly like a tiger, with scrutiny, with memories, as if he was thinking about something.

Gui Yuxi grunted and swallowed his saliva.

The memory of that day was too vague, and Jun Moyan couldn't combine the woman of that day with the little noodle melon in front of him after thinking about it for a long time.

No.

It's that he's too suspicious.

He let go of the painful Gui Yuxi: "Return the paper ball to this king." ”

Gui Yuxi not only did not return but boldly recited it: "For politics and morality, such as Beichen, live in its place and have a small face." ”

"A gentleman is not a weapon, a small noodle melon."

"Make the people respectful, loyal and persuasive, and the small noodles and melons ......"

A good Analect, the end of almost always ends with a small melon.

Gui Yuxi reads it catchy, and I think it rhymes.

Jun Moyan's face turned red.

These are all written down by him in a daze, and now they have become evidence that the little melon laughs at himself.

"To the king." Such a shameful thing must be torn up.

Gui Yuxi shook his head, and the paw thief quickly stuffed the paper ball into his pants. In the crotch, it was so fast that Jun Moyan didn't have time to react.

"Uncle, is it possible that you are going to rip off my pants?" Gui Yuxi smiled proudly.

"Do you think this king will not dare?" Jun Moyan narrowed his eyes.

"Uncle." Gui Yuxi's voice was obedient: "Actually, Uncle is very reluctant to me, right?" ”

Jun Moyan don't overdo it.

Says who?

How he didn't know.

"Uncle, can you listen to me?"

Jun Moyan looked at her coldly: "This king is not in the mood to listen to your explanation now, I want this king to forgive you for the crime of recklessly breaking into the mansion, go to the Seven Princes' Mansion with this king first." ”

Uncle is talking to himself about the conditions.

It's just that the uncle has a black belly, do you think he is so easy to deal with?

"Uncle, let me go with you, but you have to listen to my explanation." Gui Yuxi's eyes were bright.

"Are you negotiating terms with this king?" Jun Moyan was displeased.

"That's right, uncle, if you don't want to, forget it, the Seventh Prince should be a strong man, well, anyway, it has nothing to do with me, if he goes to the west, Sister Yu Su should be very happy, and I can be regarded as a good thing." Gui Yuxi said happily.

"This king really wants to ......" Jun Moyan's long fingers suddenly stuffed into Gui Yuxi's mouth, and his fingertips tapped Gui Yuxi's glutinous rice-like little teeth, making a small crisp sound, and his voice was cold and dangerous, as if dyed with poppies: "Pull out your teeth one by one, one by one." ”

Gui Yuxi is hairy.

Uncle is really a little ...... sometimes. Change. State.

"Uncle, did you agree?" Gui Yuxi's smile is ignorant of the world.

Jun Moyan's rough fingertips slid around her teeth: "Save people with one hand, explain with the other." ”