It's over: Tuo Ma Di, the old smash doesn't make bird lights, the old smash is important to save your life!

flew away with the lamp.

Xiao Mian Guat felt that there was an extra shadow in front of him.

Huh?

It doesn't seem to be a shadow of yourself.

Her shadow is thin and short.

This shadow is thick and long.

Kindness?

Who's?

"The shadow of this king."

"Oh, uncle, big ......" Gui Yuxi looked back.

I'm a big guy.

Uncle why got up.

She subconsciously hid the book.

Jun Moyan looked at her condescendingly: "Bring it." ”

"I don't."

"Give it to the king now, and the king will return it to you tomorrow morning, if not......"

Well, the threatening words worked.

Jun Moyan took the book: "Go back to sleep." ”

"Okay, okay, uncle, you have to talk about it, you must pay it back to me tomorrow morning." The little face looked at it with a blank eye, and left reluctantly.

Jun Moyan didn't feel sleepy at all, he opened the storybook, and his pupils suddenly constricted......

*

Next.

The little melon stretched his waist with his teeth and claws, but he didn't expect that it was cool and empty around him.

She sat up and scratched the head of the chicken nest: "Huh? What about the uncle? It's so cold to the touch, it looks like I haven't come back all night. ”

"Master Master is not good, Mo Gongzi is fighting with others."

Small noodle melon: Hold the grass! It's time to fight!

She put on her robe and hurried out.

The street, the same street.

The crowd, or the crowd.

The stall is no longer that stall.

Uncle, it's not that uncle anymore.

Herun, it's not that Herun anymore.

The one who fights between two people is called one inseparable.

But don't say it's exciting.

"Wow, chess opponents, master duels, who fights, once in a hundred years." Gui Yuxi saw that the two were not dissuaded, but clapped their hands, eager to sit on the bench, eat some melon seeds, and drink some wine.

"Master, that's how you watch them fight."

"Let's learn from each other." The little noodle melon disagreed.

A quarter of an hour later: good, good, well played.

Half an hour later: drowsy, endless.

An hour later: I'm hungry, uncle.

As soon as he heard that the little noodle melon was hungry, Jun Moyan kicked on He Run's chest, restrained his moves, and approached He Run: "Why is the story you wrote in the book the same as what I dreamed of?" Say! ”

The corner of Herun's mouth dripped blood, and he gently wiped it away: "Mo Gongzi, maybe it's a coincidence." ”

"Coincidence? You think I'm going to believe your nonsense? Jun Moyan narrowed his eyes.

"If Mo Gongzi doesn't believe it, I can't have a son." He Run put away his books: "Farewell." ”

Jun Moyan still wanted to continue fighting, but the little noodle melon suddenly pounced: "Uncle, I'm so hungry, my stomach is going to be hungry." ”

She drooped her little face, pitiful.

Jun Moyan glanced at He Run, and took Gui Yuxi's hand and went to the restaurant.

"Uncle, don't keep a straight face, okay?" Xiao Mian Gua grimaced at him with two fingers in his mouth, trying to make him laugh.

Jun Moyan's obsidian eyes stared at him: "You care about him very much?" Kindness? ”

Gui Yuxi showed an expression of 'Lord Qingtian, I am so wronged': "Uncle, how can you say this." ”

Jun Moyan raised his green long finger and pointed up and down at Gui Yuxi: "I came in a hurry before I got dressed, and I tried to stop this king from killing him, this is ...... Is it your wrongdoing? ”

"Uncle, the little one is wronged, the little one is ...... The little one is because I'm worried about my uncle. ”