Because of the height difference, Xiao Mian Gua had to raise his thin little arm around Jun Moyan's neck and drag it down, and his voice was small and thin: "Uncle, let me tell you, you can't talk nonsense, you will go to hell to pull out your tongue after death, I am not scaring you." ”

"The things I did were not cheating, they were all serious deals." The small noodle melon is serious, and the voice is fierce.

As if Jun Moyan was doubting her character, she would interrupt Jun Moyan's hands and feet and send her to the Red Mansion.

The corners of Jun Moyan's lips rose.

Every time I get along with the small noodle melon, it is very pleasant.

It was as if the notes were melting in his blood and body.

"Your serious business is to talk to the lonely and widowed elderly? Sending small children to school? Jun Moyan glanced at the small face, round and black little head.

"Yes, my work is filled with a sense of justice." If it weren't for the fact that the place was too small and there was nowhere to show it, the little noodle melon would definitely put on a very cool action to blind Jun Moyan's eyes.

Jun Moyan sneered, and flicked her head on her full forehead: "Are you sure that what you say won't kill the old man?" Are you sure you don't kid your child by sending them to school? ”

Ha?

Is she a demon?

Will anyone who passes through her hands be so unlucky?

Gui Yuxi raised his head, raised his chin to look at Jun Moyan, stretched out his little finger and slapped his hard chest: "Uncle, you are not afraid of accidentally stepping on dog shit when you contact me." ”

"You think you're shit?" Jun Moyan picked up her neck and collar, lifted her to the side like a chick, and tore off the paper pasted on the wall: "It's quite self-aware." ”

This move provoked the little noodle melon to scream: "Uncle, what are you doing, you are delaying me to make money." ”

"Owe this king something, have you forgotten?" Jun Moyan said faintly.

Owe? What do you owe?

Is it the silver ticket of all evil? Or are there big pants that don't have to dry? Or maybe it's a fist?

She was puzzled.

Jun Moyan stared at her head for a while.

She has a long head purely to remember what to eat and not to beat.

It's not even a decoration, it's a waste of space at best.

Grab the air of the same sky with others with this product.

"Do you want to go back to the house with this king to reminisce about memories?"

"Uncle, what do you say here, I see that my uncle's face is irritable and irritable now, and he wants to kill someone, uncle, killing people is a crime, I advise you to think twice." The small melon retreated a little.

The Nine Kings are precious, and the price of life is even higher.

"This king didn't eat dinner today, and he lacked some ingredients." Jun Moyan looked at her and said meaningfully.

Gui Yuxi was a little confused.

Why did their topic jump so fast.

can go from being abducted from the pit to killing and dismembering the corpse to not having dinner.

Forgive Gui Yuxi's brain circuits for not going through to the end like her large intestine.

"What?" Gui Yuxi asked in a daze.

"Noodles." Jun Moyan said lightly, regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one, dragging ...... Oh no, take Gui Yuxi to the palace.

Oh my God.

This action is super dangerous.

Clip, clip.

This shows that the uncle's body is likely to come into contact with his small flat chest.

She was determined not to let the danger creep in.

She fluttered and broke free from her enemies.

Take a break and stand upright.

He twitched his head: "Uncle, I'll go by myself." ”

Jun Moyan gave her a strange look, and spit out a sentence to keep up, don't try to escape from under the nose of this king.