Xiao Mian Gua said, serious: "Uncle, your hands are sore so quickly because you haven't exercised for a long time, you can't be like this, after a long time, your muscles should be useless, and it will be easy to ...... when you get old."

Gui Yuxite shook his hands as if he was half-paralyzed: "So, do you see it?" ”

The corners of Jun Moyan's lips twitched.

How do you feel that the future days of the little face melon are completely hanging a bib around your neck, and then your whole body is trembling uncontrollably, and you are still dripping with a hara, just think about that picture...... Sour.

Jun Moyan looked at her with a smile: "In this case, I should go to Lang Zhong to take a look." ”

Xiao Mian Guat waved his hand: "Uncle, no, I really don't need to, you waste money and trouble like this, as long as Uncle does more activities every day." ”

"Oh?" Jun Moyan raised his eyebrows: "What a way to move." ”

Somehow.

Jun Moyan felt that there was a huge pit waiting for him in front of him.

"Just pinch my neck every day." Sure enough, the pit has been dug and is just waiting for the uncle to jump.

Jun Moyan looked at her little head and gave her a head of melon collapse.

Gui Yuxi smiled, the little fox's eyes rolled, and he smiled: "Uncle, don't be angry, the atmosphere is too solemn now, you always have to mediate." ”

Who knew that Jun Moyan's upper and lower lip flaps opened lightly, and he said lightly: "Okay." ”

"Huh?"

"What you just said, yes."

"Uncle, I'm just joking, why are you still serious." Let Uncle give himself a massage every day, wouldn't it be worrying.

"I will take what you say, seriously." Jun Moyan saw that she was like a little fool, and his generous and warm palm clasped her little head and asked her to turn around: "Busy with you." ”

Oooh oh.

Can't be mistaken by men.

Gui Yuxi saw a lot of messy things on the pear blossom wooden table opposite.

What flowers, and wine jugs and glasses and so on.

She furrowed her brow, and the flower of erosion was on it, so she couldn't go to that place.

Not.

Seeing her sad look, Jun Moyan went over and asked in a low voice what was wrong.

"Uncle, I need to draw a few talismans now, but there is that flower on that table, and I can't startle the snake, so I have no place to draw." Gui Yuxi pouted: "Forget it, I'll draw on the ground." ”

Ground.

It's cold on the ground.

Jun Moyan didn't want the little noodle melon to get cold.

He lifted his robe, his hands on the ground, and his strong arm muscles bulged.

"Uncle, what are you doing here?" Gui Yuxi exclaimed.

"Write on my back." Jun Moyan's breath was calm, and he didn't gasp for breath at all because of this action.

"But that's not good." She didn't dare, he was a prince.

"Hurry up, don't be verbose." Jun Moyan took out his majesty.

Gui Yu sighed twice, rather than letting his uncle wait, it is better to finish the painting quickly.

She took out her dict, squatted on the ground, smoothed Jun Moyan's back, and then glanced at the window and door.

Two windows, one door.

Kindness.

Just draw three symbols.

Gui Yuxi put the talisman on Jun Moyan's flat back.

She was surprised to think that her uncle's back was so strong, and she thought that her uncle would shake around.

It turned out that it wasn't a reckless thing.

Her admiration for her uncle has another layer.

She was very serious when she drew the talisman, her still immature little face was tense, her wrist was very sharp, her fingers were very flexible, she held the cinnabar pen, quickly and in one go, and drew on the yellow talisman like a cloud......