Chapter 465
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Although Pianpian Jia's carrying bags of snacks does hurt his image, he can't care about it in order to make beauty smile.
After buying meat buns, Huan Qinyan ate two, and his eyes were attracted by the dumpling shop.
Pull jimoya to sit in the narrow shop
Soon, the dumplings came up.
Huan Qingyan left the half eaten meat steamed stuffed bun and was so happy that he ate dumplings.
She has followed jimoya every day these days. She doesn't mention anything to go home. When she opens her eyes, she wants to eat. When she sleeps, she also holds delicious food. Her life is happy and happy.
The half steamed stuffed bun rolled under the table. Suddenly, the tight black ball without any gap opened a hole. Inside, a small hand flashed quickly and fished the steamed stuffed bun into the ball
What kind of cultivation is Jimo now? He could sense the wind and grass in the surrounding area for miles.
Not to mention the things around you?
He just didn't move.
He has long discovered the mystery of the ball.
There are living creatures in it!
She would eat smaller food than the baby could eat. Then she would eat smaller food than the baby could eat before and after.
Even if jimoya closed his eyes and meditated and practiced, his divine consciousness was also captured, but he didn't say anything.
No wonder no one can use this purple rank magic weapon, because it already has a master.
If you guessed right, this little hand is the master.
Such a small variety and hands, that is, what demon clan did Mo ya think at first, but the mirror on him didn't respond at all.
If it's not a demon race, it should be a rare race.
It's not clear what it is. He has only seen one hand.
Because the ball often steals the food with illusory appearance, the mind of resisting and escaping has rested a lot. Most of the time, it doesn't roll disorderly.
If you drag it, it will roll. If you don't drag it, you will stay quietly.
Jimo Ya saw that it didn't seem to have any hostility to the magic face except that it could eat secretly, so he let it go and raised the little girl as a pet.
Huan Qinyan ate and suddenly reached out and touched Jimo Ya's face, "uncle, you look really good!"
Jimoya has been raided by her for many times. After the girl's IQ is low, she has two points: one is to eat, the other is to sincerely think he is good-looking and can't control her magic hands and greet him in the face.
After touching, she put her little hand under her nose and sniffed, "uncle, your face smells better than dumplings. Uncle, can you eat it?"
Jimoya is used to it. "Uncle is human, how can I eat? Eat your dumplings."
Whether it's two points or one point, her ultimate goal is still to eat.
As for the word "Uncle", that is, Mo ya, the favorite wife, doesn't care. As long as she calls, he doesn't care what her name is.
Huan Qinyan sniffed her hand reluctantly. There was no residual fragrance on her hand... Then she buried herself in eating her dumplings.
Jimoya rubbed the snacks on the table, such as meat buns and sugar gourd, under the table
Not too much, he was silently rolled in by the ball.
After throwing four or five, the ball won't roll anymore. It must be full.
Fortunately, Huan Qinyan is already a guy who can eat in a bottomless hole. If you raise another bottomless food, Jimo Ya will consider throwing it away.
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Although Pianpian Jia's carrying bags of snacks does hurt his image, he can't care about it in order to make beauty smile.
After buying meat buns, Huan Qinyan ate two, and his eyes were attracted by the dumpling shop.
Pull jimoya to sit in the narrow shop
Soon, the dumplings came up.
Huan Qingyan left the half eaten meat steamed stuffed bun and was so happy that he ate dumplings.
She has followed jimoya every day these days. She doesn't mention anything to go home. When she opens her eyes, she wants to eat. When she sleeps, she also holds delicious food. Her life is happy and happy.
The half steamed stuffed bun rolled under the table. Suddenly, the tight black ball without any gap opened a hole. Inside, a small hand flashed quickly and fished the steamed stuffed bun into the ball
What kind of cultivation is Jimo now? He could sense the wind and grass in the surrounding area for miles.
Not to mention the things around you?
He just didn't move.
He has long discovered the mystery of the ball.
There are living creatures in it!
She would eat smaller food than the baby could eat. Then she would eat smaller food than the baby could eat before and after.
Even if jimoya closed his eyes and meditated and practiced, his divine consciousness was also captured, but he didn't say anything.
No wonder no one can use this purple rank magic weapon, because it already has a master.
If you guessed right, this little hand is the master.
Such a small variety and hands, that is, what demon clan did Mo ya think at first, but the mirror on him didn't respond at all.
If it's not a demon race, it should be a rare race.
It's not clear what it is. He has only seen one hand.
Because the ball often steals the food with illusory appearance, the mind of resisting and escaping has rested a lot. Most of the time, it doesn't roll disorderly.
If you drag it, it will roll. If you don't drag it, you will stay quietly.
Jimo Ya saw that it didn't seem to have any hostility to the magic face except that it could eat secretly, so he let it go and raised the little girl as a pet.
Huan Qinyan ate and suddenly reached out and touched Jimo Ya's face, "uncle, you look really good!"
Jimoya has been raided by her for many times. After the girl's IQ is low, she has two points: one is to eat, the other is to sincerely think he is good-looking and can't control her magic hands and greet him in the face.
After touching, she put her little hand under her nose and sniffed, "uncle, your face smells better than dumplings. Uncle, can you eat it?"
Jimoya is used to it. "Uncle is human, how can I eat? Eat your dumplings."
Whether it's two points or one point, her ultimate goal is still to eat.
As for the word "Uncle", that is, Mo ya, the favorite wife, doesn't care. As long as she calls, he doesn't care what her name is.
Huan Qinyan sniffed her hand reluctantly. There was no residual fragrance on her hand... Then she buried herself in eating her dumplings.
Jimoya rubbed the snacks on the table, such as meat buns and sugar gourd, under the table
Not too much, he was silently rolled in by the ball.
After throwing four or five, the ball won't roll anymore. It must be full.
Fortunately, Huan Qinyan is already a guy who can eat in a bottomless hole. If you raise another bottomless food, Jimo Ya will consider throwing it away.
This novel has been translated by www.novelhall. com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.
Although Pianpian Jia's carrying bags of snacks does hurt his image, he can't care about it in order to make beauty smile.After buying meat buns, Huan Qinyan ate two, and his eyes were attracted by the dumpling shop.Pull jimoya to sit in the narrow shopSoon, the dumplings came up.Huan Qingyan left the half eaten meat steamed stuffed bun and was so happy that he ate dumplings.She has followed jimoya every day these days. She doesn't mention anything to go home. When she opens her eyes, she wants to eat. When she sleeps, she also holds delicious food. Her life is happy and happy.The half steamed stuffed bun rolled under the table. Suddenly, the tight black ball without any gap opened a hole. Inside, a small hand flashed quickly and fished the steamed stuffed bun into the ballWhat kind of cultivation is Jimo now? He could sense the wind and grass in the surrounding area for miles.Not to mention the things around you?He just didn't move.He has long discovered the mystery of the ball.There are living creatures in it!She would eat smaller food than the baby could eat. Then she would eat smaller food than the baby could eat before and after.Even if jimoya closed his eyes and meditated and practiced, his divine consciousness was also captured, but he didn't say anything.No wonder no one can use this purple rank magic weapon, because it already has a master.If you guessed right, this little hand is the master.Such a small variety and hands, that is, what demon clan did Mo ya think at first, but the mirror on him didn't respond at all.If it's not a demon race, it should be a rare race.It's not clear what it is. He has only seen one hand.Because the ball often steals the food with illusory appearance, the mind of resisting and escaping has rested a lot. Most of the time, it doesn't roll disorderly.If you drag it, it will roll. If you don't drag it, you will stay quietly.Jimo Ya saw that it didn't seem to have any hostility to the magic face except that it could eat secretly, so he let it go and raised the little girl as a pet.Huan Qinyan ate and suddenly reached out and touched Jimo Ya's face, "uncle, you look really good!"Jimoya has been raided by her for many times. After the girl's IQ is low, she has two points: one is to eat, the other is to sincerely think he is good-looking and can't control her magic hands and greet him in the face.After touching, she put her little hand under her nose and sniffed, "uncle, your face smells better than dumplings. Uncle, can you eat it?"Jimoya is used to it. "Uncle is human, how can I eat? Eat your dumplings."Whether it's two points or one point, her ultimate goal is still to eat.As for the word "Uncle", that is, Mo ya, the favorite wife, doesn't care. As long as she calls, he doesn't care what her name is.Huan Qinyan sniffed her hand reluctantly. There was no residual fragrance on her hand... Then she buried herself in eating her dumplings.Jimoya rubbed the snacks on the table, such as meat buns and sugar gourd, under the tableNot too much, he was silently rolled in by the ball.After throwing four or five, the ball won't roll anymore. It must be full.Fortunately, Huan Qinyan is already a guy who can eat in a bottomless hole. If you raise another bottomless food, Jimo Ya will consider throwing it away.This novel has been translated by www.novelhall. com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.
