The little noodle melon was just about to fall asleep in a daze.

Unbeknownst to her, her arm was caught by a pair of broad palms.

Think about it with your toes, you know who it is.

It must be an invincible, dance-only, and stinky uncle.

"Uncle, what are you doing?" Pull the melon back.

Uncle's strength is so big, how can the small noodle melon be compared with it.

The hole under the table was big enough for a skinny person like Little Noodles to get in.

Jun Moyan was silent, and he was very persistent in dragging the arm of the little melon.

Grab one arm first, then the other.

Tuck both arms in the palm of your hand.

Drag the melon to the hole under the table, and then drag it out.

Hey, hey, hey.

Uncle.

Can you be so rude, old man?

It's like dragging a dead dog like that.

In the end, the little melon couldn't resist, and the king of Yuanbei, who had a stubborn idea, a domineering idea, and a strong idea, was dragged over like a fish, and successfully got to the side of the king of Yuanbei.

Bang dang.

The full and smooth forehead smashed on Jun Moyan's chest.

She sighed, and just wanted to reach out to rub it, but who knew that Jun Moyan's palm was covered first, and she gently kneaded it for the little noodle melon: "Stupid." ”

"How stupid am I, you are hard all over your body, and it hurts everywhere I knock." The little noodle melon muttered.

Jun Moyan's soft and cool lips leaned into the ear of the little noodle melon: "There are more stone places in this king than the chest, do you want to try it?" ”

The small noodle melon was cold.

Uncle is a changer. state, she thought.

"Uncle, what do you want to do?" The toss is endless.

"Hold you in your arms and sleep."

"You're hugging me too tightly, I'm not used to it."

"Get used to it, get used to it."

"...... "What kind of rotten reason is this, why is the uncle not used to dying."

His broad palm rubbed the back of the little melon one by one.

He's smoothing the hair of the little noodle melon.

Shun Shun, I felt that it was almost smooth, and asked softly in the ear of the little noodle melon, as if hypnotic words: "This king remembers that you also have a bird, eh?" ”

"Yes." Gui Yuxi was a little sleepy by him.

The small noodle melon is still too simple.

It's nothing in front of this black-bellied old fox.

She really thought that the uncle had just given her a smooth hair to lull her to sleep.

In fact, Jun Moyan just wanted to relax her vigilance and take the opportunity to let her confide in some words.

"What is that bird?" Jun Moyan asked again step by step.

"It's gone, little crow." Gui Yuxi smashed his mouth, and after answering, Gui Yuxi suddenly felt that something was wrong, and he just wanted to ask something.

Jun Moyan gave her a smooth hair again: "Sleep, go to sleep." ”

The uncle's words seemed to have a demonic nature, and the little noodle melon was sleepy and tired, and he fell asleep after a while.

Jun Moyan pursed her lips and fell into deep thought.

Early the next morning.

Jun Moyan got up early.

It was not yet dawn, and everyone was sleeping, so he went to the yard to breathe a few breaths of fresh air, went to the stove room to look around, and found fresh raw meat.

Jun Moyan thought for a moment, and he took the raw meat to the courtyard.

"Lord Wang, what are you doing with raw meat?" The housekeeper was staying in the carriage, and when he saw Jun Moyan getting up, he also got up.

"Dagger to this king." Jun Moyan said lightly.

The butler handed it over.

Jun Moyan looked at the sharp dagger, held one end, and made a cut on his finger......