In Gu art, of course, there are witchcraft that can help people hang their lives. While you can gain life, you will also sacrifice other things.

There is still a causal relationship in the laws of nature. If you look at it from Zhai Yuan's point of view, Youruo does not agree with Zhai Yuan accepting Qiu's help.

But standing on Zhai Xiying's side, Youruo agrees very much. Even if the Dog Emperor can live for a long time, wouldn't it be better torture for him to live a miserable life?

"This matter will be very tight, it's night, we should go back to the house to rest." Zhai Xiying hugged Shuai Shuai from Youruo's arms, and then pulled Youruo up from the chair.

Youruo leaned on Zhai Xiying's body and asked, "Xianggong, what is the current situation, can you give me a complete information?" ”

"Yes, I'll give it to you tomorrow." Zhai Xiying hugged Youruo's slender waist, and these things mentioned by Youruo were not a problem.

But there is one of the most important questions at the moment, Zhai Xiying needs to ask Youruo.

Lowering his head and leaning over, Zhai Xiying's thin lips secretly rubbed against Youruo's earlobe, and asked, "Is your menstrual affair gone tonight?" ”

Youruo shyly opened Zhai Xiying's stinky face and responded: "It's only the third day, how can it be so fast, wait two more days." ”

"I can't wait for my husband, I want to clean you up." Zhai Xiying's vinegar jar was overturned just now, and she felt uncomfortable, and she really wanted to take Youruo to the bed to love her.

"Clean up your head, I'll clean you up about the same." Youruo was annoyed and angry, and punched Zhai Xiying with two fists.

The handsome little hand covered the little mouth and snickered, I like to watch my mother and my father play very much, I always feel that my mother and my father love each other very much, and I am very happy to watch.

"What are you laughing at? Zhai Qitao, you are now more leisurely for the old lady, don't always think about practicing martial arts for me, when you are really three years old, the old lady will regret it! Youruo glared at Shuai Shuai viciously.

This little ghost has been thinking about practicing martial arts, but his small body can't withstand the stimulation brought by practicing martial arts, which has a great impact on his future physical development.

In order for his son to grow into a handsome guy of more than 1.8 meters in the future, of course, Youruo has to control Zhai Qitao's habits and create a rich and handsome woman who will make the world crazy.

"Daddy, my mother is always a fierce baby~!" Shuai Shuai fell aggrievedly into Zhai Xiying's arms, and desolately told Zhai Xiying the facts.

Zhai Xiying smiled, there was no vacant hand that could pinch the handsome and cute little face, so she could only transfer the punishment object. The hand that was placed on Yuruo's waist slowly moved down and pinched Yuruo's buttocks.

Youruo was in pain, and glared at Zhai Xiying in a blink of an eye. This father and son are really good, together they bullied her as a 'weak woman'!

The family of three went to bed after a small fight, if the cost of today's mental power was too great, and they still needed to maintain a certain amount of spirit to control the Gu Master who was coming to the capital.

Zhai Xiying doted on Youruo's body, and Zhai Qitao was abandoned by his father and mother and thrown into the corner to sleep by himself.

Looking at the sleeping face distressedly, Zhai Xiying cherished the life of the two more and more.

Only when he becomes stronger can he better protect Youruo and the child. There are still a few excellent stinky flies around Youruo, and Zhai Xiying must also pay attention to escort Youruo!

The night passed quickly, the sky gradually brightened, and the appearance of rain outside the main room woke up Zhai Xiying, who was sleeping well.

"Master." The rain called softly, thinking to himself, he woke up the master and reported the situation, if he couldn't wake up, he would not report for the time being.

"What?" Zhai Xiying can wake up as soon as he screams, so there is no need to worry about the rain.

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(Markor Literature-)