(Girls' Literature) "It's okay, it's okay, forget if you can't pick it up."

As soon as he finished saying this, Da Mao couldn't wait to slap himself a few times.

That's a half-saint Goya, how can it be just like that?

It only said that when it was kicked in the head by a donkey.

"But my mother loves these gogoyes very much."

The little one's big eyes were full of mist, and his little mouth was pursed.

The poor little appearance makes me feel pity.

"Mom has this one."

MD, why does it say that again?

Da Mao's mood turned gray.

Overhead, there were dark clouds, and lightning was faintly visible.

That's it, that's it, let it be picked another day.

The fruit is here, and it can't run horizontally or vertically.

Although Xiao Bu'er is young, he has a clear mind, and Huigen was born early, so he can see at a glance that Da Mao is in a bad mood.

Immediately, he began to work hard again.

"Ah, I picked it!"

Holding the fruit with wings, his small body hanging in the air.

Da Mao and Zhang Sanfeng were overjoyed, but found that something seemed wrong with Xiao Budian.

"I'll shake, I'll shake and shake."

The little body fluttered hard, and the branches with a glittering light swayed with the little swaying.

The hearts of the two guys hung in the air again, and they were afraid that this little thing would accidentally fall off.

"I'm shaking, I'm shaking, I'm shaking. Come down! ”

Finally, a 'creak' was heard......

As soon as the light flashed, I saw Xiao Bu holding the fruit and flying out.

The sudden change was unexpected.

In the flash of light, Da Mao caught it at the first time.

Because the force of the ejection was too large, it directly caused the big hairy body to hit the tree.

Fortunately, Xiao Bu was not injured.

"Mom, Mom, are you okay?"

The big fur fell to the ground, and the blow just now broke its wings.

"I'm fine." Big Mao grinned and died of pain.

The moment Fang just rushed out, the fruit was thrown to Zhang Sanfeng.

At this time, he was holding the fruit and drooling.

"Da Mao, little one, you are not injured."

As he asked, his eyes did not take his eyes off the half-holy fruit.

This concern is too fake.

Da Mao got up wailing, wanting to grab the fruit, but he was powerless.

Zhang Sanfeng brought back the injured Da Mao and Xiao Bu who held the fruit and didn't let go.

After bandaging the wings, Da Mao and Zhang Sanfeng lay on the ground, drooling and looking at the two fist-sized, colorful, and fragrant fruits in front of them.

"With these two, the injuries are worth it. Whew! ”

"Your little one is too powerful, change Ming'er, let it go again."

The two guys looked at each other and laughed awkwardly.

A large shadow was cast in front of him, and he saw a hand stretched out in the air and robbed the fruit.

"Mine!"

"Mine!"

A man and a bird stretched out their paws and wailed, but they could only watch as the hard-earned fruit entered other people's pockets.

"Confiscation!"

Qiu Yue is very crisp, and it feels really good to pick peaches halfway.

"Wow, uncle won't do it!"

Da Mao flapped his wings a few times, and finally landed unwillingly.

As for Zhang Sanfeng, before he could rush forward, he was kicked away by Qiu Yue.

These two fruits are good, so take them to Master.

Su Zi is still in retreat, it has been more than half a month, and the medicinal effect of the colorful snow lotus has not disappeared.

Listening to Su Ming, this kind of semi-holy fruit can be born and die, and it is very useful for injured people.

A person and a bird looked at the back of Qiu Yue in the distance, beat their chests and feet, and burst into tears.

Female devil, count yourself ruthless!

At the spiritual spring, the aura is rich, and the colorful snow lotus continues to rise and fall.

The skin of the soybean in the spring water is crystal clear, like a freshly peeled lychee, and the water is tender and clear.

Qiu Yue looked at the fruit in her hand, thought about it, and flew to the center of Lingquan.