Hearing this, Mo Hua glanced at Fuyao with some mockery, and chuckled: "Hehe~, last time I took away half of Benjun's soul, Benjun only regarded it as compensation for my misidentification for thousands of years." This time, what are you going to negotiate with Benjun on terms? ”

Fuyao covered his mouth lightly and smiled back: "Just take what you need, what do you think?" ”

Mo Hua chuckled, he really underestimated this woman......

Hou Qing didn't go to the battlefield for several days, and when he had nothing to do, he nested in the plum forest, quietly, quietly, quietly, staring, lying on the soft couch, looking weak Mo Hua. Then he looked at it with a somewhat heavy face, back and forth, and a certain woman who was serving Mo Hua before and after the saddle. Gritting his teeth, he must have been blinded by lard at that time! How, how, just ...... Alas~, sigh secretly, it's too late to regret it~!

One day, he endured. For two days, he endured it again. On the third day, so! He first glanced at Mo Xiaomo, who was very unusual to Mo Hua. With a long sigh, he still has to endure it......

is so enduring, could it be that he has changed sex? No! There is no word 'forbearance' in his Houqing's dictionary! But there's a reason for that! Because on the day of the beating, he forcibly did something that he didn't think was a mess. After coming back, he was ignored by Mo Xiaomo until now......

Hou Qing bit her nails while squinting at Mo Hua, who was obviously pale but a little proud. In the bottom of my heart, I thought about it seriously. Why don't you find an opportunity, and then ~ God doesn't know ~ the ghost doesn't know ~ and kill him? When his eyes touched it, his family's smiling little appearance was even more determined to do this. He exhaled and pressed the small flame in his heart to think that the above method was good. It's doable......

However, for now, there is still something to do. Hou Qing set his eyes on this, and the sky was not bright in the morning, so he ran to his mountain and cried wolf and howled non-stop - win hook. With just one glance, he looked away without a trace, and the disgust was quite strong......

Fang looked away, and heard Ying Gou snorting in a thick and boundless voice: "Qingqing~!" It's time like this, can we go faster~!? It doesn't matter if you're like this, really, it really hurts people~, don't turn your face, don't look at people, I hate it~! As soon as the words fell, Ying Gou slightly picked up the thick black orchid fingers, pulled the pink handkerchief, and wiped the red trachoma.

He reluctantly turned his face back, looking at the two squinted dark blue with a layer of charming grape purple eyes. Hou Qing furrowed, and said calmly: "What you just said is very serious, you are telling me again." "If he let this thing pull his throat again, he will not be able to sacrifice his sword and cut him to pieces, and throw him away.

Hearing this, Ying Gou shook his head. I cleared my throat and straightened my thin, thin hair. Then he raised his thick black orchid fingers, and softly, slowly, he recounted the previous events. Hou Qing perfunctorily nodded from time to time.

Mo Xiaomo took the porridge he snatched from under Xiao Hei's mouth, and passed by the two of them without squinting. Yu Guang glanced at the winning hook, uh! This product cannot be evaluated, so please imagine for yourself...... Fu glanced at the calm Houqing again, and the worship of Houqing in his heart was simply like the water of the Songhua River and the waves of the Qiantang River, agitated, agitated!

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