Chapter 134
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With the expression of seeing death as if returning home, Huan Qingyan stretched out her little white hand without bleeding. As a result, she was slapped by Jimo ya!
Jimoya stopped talking nonsense to her and directly caught her bleeding finger.
Huan Qinyan's body was pushed to the front and almost fell on his thigh. Jimo Ya was already on guard. A chair was separated between them, and Huan Qinyan crawled on the chair, close to Jimo ya
A pair of big chests are also squeezed on the back of the chair, which is particularly eye-catching.
Jimo Ya only glanced at it, and his eyes moved away, hiding the inexplicable slight heat in the bottom of his eyes.
Magically took out a small jade porcelain bottle from the waist, which was a bottle of paste like soft mud, and gently painted it to the injured place.
"Hemostatic ointment."
Huan Qingyan has been petrified since he caught him with his little hand.
Lord God!
The male god, who even the chuiyun royal family wants to be the guest of honor, condescends to your honor and gives her medicine in person?
And being so close to the male god, she could smell a faint fragrance from the male God and go straight into her nose.
How to describe that smell?
It's the feeling that people's fingers move, especially want to eat, and the greedy insects all over the body have to start
The saliva of Huan Qingyan was about to flow out, and he said, "childe's career, you smell so sweet."
Jimo Ya's eyes were cold.
She let go of her fingers and pushed away the creeping chair.
The voice was cold and indifferent. "Well, you've worked hard today. You can go down and have a rest first."
Huan Qinyan hugged the back of the chair tightly, so he didn't get thrown out.
The chair flies out like a roller coaster! Fortunately, it landed safely at last.
He was frightened and fell into a cold sweat.
Hey, what the hell is this? Isn't it just praising the smell on you? Just give her the best flying car!
The image of a beautiful young master in front of outsiders is actually a moody demon king.
As soon as you leave the side of Jimo, the fragrance that makes your fingers move is gone.
Huan Qingyan can't just withdraw like this. Her popularity hasn't been brushed. Now her score has dropped. She still wants to remedy it!
Salivating, "it's not hard. I can serve the son of Jimo. I'm not hard at all. I'll continue to serve the son after dinner..."
Jimo Ya's eyes are light and inclined. From the perspective of magic, Emma, this is to handsome the rhythm of the whole universe!
"Take this plate of crabs and fish down, peel and prick them all, and then bring them up."
Huan Qinyan immediately jumped down from the chair, "ouch, my fingers seem to be bleeding again. Qinyan would better go down and have a rest and keep a good body, so as to better serve you later. Qinyan will go down and have a rest first. Take your time, childe! Take your time, ha..."
Then, like a gust of wind, he withdrew from the kitchen yard and disappeared.
Jimo Ya looked at her back and climbed up the corner of his lips without checking it with a smile.
A little red blood bead rolled between the fingers.
Impressively, it was the drop that had just flowed out of the magic face.
Jimo Ya said, "Mo Si."
The hidden ink four silently appeared, "little Lord."
"Take this drop of blood to the holy courtyard for me." Jimo Ya looked at this drop of bright blood and said.
Mo Si replied, "young Lord, don't you have a magic mirror? Don't you respond?"
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With the expression of seeing death as if returning home, Huan Qingyan stretched out her little white hand without bleeding. As a result, she was slapped by Jimo ya!
Jimoya stopped talking nonsense to her and directly caught her bleeding finger.
Huan Qinyan's body was pushed to the front and almost fell on his thigh. Jimo Ya was already on guard. A chair was separated between them, and Huan Qinyan crawled on the chair, close to Jimo ya
A pair of big chests are also squeezed on the back of the chair, which is particularly eye-catching.
Jimo Ya only glanced at it, and his eyes moved away, hiding the inexplicable slight heat in the bottom of his eyes.
Magically took out a small jade porcelain bottle from the waist, which was a bottle of paste like soft mud, and gently painted it to the injured place.
"Hemostatic ointment."
Huan Qingyan has been petrified since he caught him with his little hand.
Lord God!
The male god, who even the chuiyun royal family wants to be the guest of honor, condescends to your honor and gives her medicine in person?
And being so close to the male god, she could smell a faint fragrance from the male God and go straight into her nose.
How to describe that smell?
It's the feeling that people's fingers move, especially want to eat, and the greedy insects all over the body have to start
The saliva of Huan Qingyan was about to flow out, and he said, "childe's career, you smell so sweet."
Jimo Ya's eyes were cold.
She let go of her fingers and pushed away the creeping chair.
The voice was cold and indifferent. "Well, you've worked hard today. You can go down and have a rest first."
Huan Qinyan hugged the back of the chair tightly, so he didn't get thrown out.
The chair flies out like a roller coaster! Fortunately, it landed safely at last.
He was frightened and fell into a cold sweat.
Hey, what the hell is this? Isn't it just praising the smell on you? Just give her the best flying car!
The image of a beautiful young master in front of outsiders is actually a moody demon king.
As soon as you leave the side of Jimo, the fragrance that makes your fingers move is gone.
Huan Qingyan can't just withdraw like this. Her popularity hasn't been brushed. Now her score has dropped. She still wants to remedy it!
Salivating, "it's not hard. I can serve the son of Jimo. I'm not hard at all. I'll continue to serve the son after dinner..."
Jimo Ya's eyes are light and inclined. From the perspective of magic, Emma, this is to handsome the rhythm of the whole universe!
"Take this plate of crabs and fish down, peel and prick them all, and then bring them up."
Huan Qinyan immediately jumped down from the chair, "ouch, my fingers seem to be bleeding again. Qinyan would better go down and have a rest and keep a good body, so as to better serve you later. Qinyan will go down and have a rest first. Take your time, childe! Take your time, ha..."
Then, like a gust of wind, he withdrew from the kitchen yard and disappeared.
Jimo Ya looked at her back and climbed up the corner of his lips without checking it with a smile.
A little red blood bead rolled between the fingers.
Impressively, it was the drop that had just flowed out of the magic face.
Jimo Ya said, "Mo Si."
The hidden ink four silently appeared, "little Lord."
"Take this drop of blood to the holy courtyard for me." Jimo Ya looked at this drop of bright blood and said.
Mo Si replied, "young Lord, don't you have a magic mirror? Don't you respond?"
This novel has been translated by www.novelhall. com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.
With the expression of seeing death as if returning home, Huan Qingyan stretched out her little white hand without bleeding. As a result, she was slapped by Jimo ya!Jimoya stopped talking nonsense to her and directly caught her bleeding finger.Huan Qinyan's body was pushed to the front and almost fell on his thigh. Jimo Ya was already on guard. A chair was separated between them, and Huan Qinyan crawled on the chair, close to Jimo yaA pair of big chests are also squeezed on the back of the chair, which is particularly eye-catching.Jimo Ya only glanced at it, and his eyes moved away, hiding the inexplicable slight heat in the bottom of his eyes.Magically took out a small jade porcelain bottle from the waist, which was a bottle of paste like soft mud, and gently painted it to the injured place."Hemostatic ointment."Huan Qingyan has been petrified since he caught him with his little hand.Lord God!The male god, who even the chuiyun royal family wants to be the guest of honor, condescends to your honor and gives her medicine in person?And being so close to the male god, she could smell a faint fragrance from the male God and go straight into her nose.How to describe that smell?It's the feeling that people's fingers move, especially want to eat, and the greedy insects all over the body have to startThe saliva of Huan Qingyan was about to flow out, and he said, "childe's career, you smell so sweet."Jimo Ya's eyes were cold.She let go of her fingers and pushed away the creeping chair.The voice was cold and indifferent. "Well, you've worked hard today. You can go down and have a rest first."Huan Qinyan hugged the back of the chair tightly, so he didn't get thrown out.The chair flies out like a roller coaster! Fortunately, it landed safely at last.He was frightened and fell into a cold sweat.Hey, what the hell is this? Isn't it just praising the smell on you? Just give her the best flying car!The image of a beautiful young master in front of outsiders is actually a moody demon king.As soon as you leave the side of Jimo, the fragrance that makes your fingers move is gone.Huan Qingyan can't just withdraw like this. Her popularity hasn't been brushed. Now her score has dropped. She still wants to remedy it!Salivating, "it's not hard. I can serve the son of Jimo. I'm not hard at all. I'll continue to serve the son after dinner..."Jimo Ya's eyes are light and inclined. From the perspective of magic, Emma, this is to handsome the rhythm of the whole universe!"Take this plate of crabs and fish down, peel and prick them all, and then bring them up."Huan Qinyan immediately jumped down from the chair, "ouch, my fingers seem to be bleeding again. Qinyan would better go down and have a rest and keep a good body, so as to better serve you later. Qinyan will go down and have a rest first. Take your time, childe! Take your time, ha..."Then, like a gust of wind, he withdrew from the kitchen yard and disappeared.Jimo Ya looked at her back and climbed up the corner of his lips without checking it with a smile.A little red blood bead rolled between the fingers.Impressively, it was the drop that had just flowed out of the magic face.Jimo Ya said, "Mo Si."The hidden ink four silently appeared, "little Lord.""Take this drop of blood to the holy courtyard for me." Jimo Ya looked at this drop of bright blood and said.Mo Si replied, "young Lord, don't you have a magic mirror? Don't you respond?"This novel has been translated by www.novelhall. com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.
