Chapter 892
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Jimoya was elegant and sipped the honey fruit wine. "Silly girl, things are rare. Even if you can mass produce, you can't sell too much. Come and eat with your husband."
Huan Qingyan is very happy. Jimoya's mood is much better than a few days ago, and she has returned to her favorite elegant public style.
"Ya Shuai, do you want to release longlingbao? I made it its favorite red date Ganoderma lucidum soup..."
Jimo Ya's voice slowed down, "No."
"Is the evil spirit not under control?" Huan Qingyan asked carefully.
Jimo Ya replied, "it doesn't matter. The ginseng Lingbao in my body has the function of automatic repair. It will be OK after a period of time."
"Well, your Lingbao doesn't eat. My Lingbao is food and needs to eat."
"Well, whatever you want."
The two Lingbao on the side of Huan Qinyan had already jumped out, staring at the spiritual food on the table and drooling.
Fortunately, Huan Qinyan was prepared and made their favorite spiritual food alone, plus a large jar of Linggu wine and a small pot of honey fruit wine.
The two happily went to eat their small stove.
For a long time, Jimo Ya and Huanqing Yan haven't eaten spiritual food together so easily and leisurely. With honey fruit wine, Huanqing Yan was drunk and smoked. He fell East and West in the arms of Jimo ya.
Jimo Ya leaned against the collapsed corner and drank a little too much. She hugged her beloved woman in her arms. The Liuyun flying car flew without destination, and no one else bothered them, such as a pair of free wild cranes.
Jimo's unprecedented relaxation, "Xiaoyan, let's not go back to the holy city."
"Good!" Huan Qingyan, drunk and hazy, stood up and said, "if you don't go back to the holy city, the holy city god horse is very annoying. Many people like to look down on others and look down on me. Hum! Why do they look down on me? Is the cultivation high and great? What's the cow..."
Jimo's dark eyebrows, clear eyes, exquisite facial features and lips rise like a smile. It's lazy and luxurious, but it's imposing, "so Xiaoyan doesn't like the holy city so much?"
"It's not that I don't like the holy city. I don't like those people. I hate them very much."
Jimoya deliberately teased her, "well, who makes Xiaoyan so annoying?" Now, Huan Qingyan is drunk and tells the truth. He wants to hear her truth.
"Naturally, the most hateful thing is the saint of laoshizi. She is like a grasshopper, swinging around in front of you every day! Murong Xinnuo, your cousin! A white lotus! And your mother. She doesn't like me, doesn't like me, just doesn't like you..." Huan leaned and muttered.
"What a coincidence. I don't like these people, your husband. Is there anything else?"
Huan tilted his face sideways and thought for a while, "I don't like Shangqiu Mengqian yet. What is he like as a woman? Goods? Let you transfer me and buy it with money..."
Jimoya echoed again, "well, it's really hateful. Did you meet him again in the holy city?"
"Yes, he stayed at the door at night. You were in a coma. He was still happy and said you were dead. Great, I'll belong to him..."
Jimoya's face turned black and he was a Shangqiu dreamer. Well, it seems that he will see him again for a while.
"Darling, is there anyone you don't like?"
Huan Qinyan stretched out his finger and said wrongfully, "yes, white dust seal, I don't like him, he bullied me, he bit my finger..."
Jimo Ya immediately became violent. His eyes were slightly narrowed and light, but there was a hard to hide murderous spirit. His voice was still cool and gentle, with the meaning of deception. "Good, tell me carefully. What's going on?"
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Jimoya was elegant and sipped the honey fruit wine. "Silly girl, things are rare. Even if you can mass produce, you can't sell too much. Come and eat with your husband."
Huan Qingyan is very happy. Jimoya's mood is much better than a few days ago, and she has returned to her favorite elegant public style.
"Ya Shuai, do you want to release longlingbao? I made it its favorite red date Ganoderma lucidum soup..."
Jimo Ya's voice slowed down, "No."
"Is the evil spirit not under control?" Huan Qingyan asked carefully.
Jimo Ya replied, "it doesn't matter. The ginseng Lingbao in my body has the function of automatic repair. It will be OK after a period of time."
"Well, your Lingbao doesn't eat. My Lingbao is food and needs to eat."
"Well, whatever you want."
The two Lingbao on the side of Huan Qinyan had already jumped out, staring at the spiritual food on the table and drooling.
Fortunately, Huan Qinyan was prepared and made their favorite spiritual food alone, plus a large jar of Linggu wine and a small pot of honey fruit wine.
The two happily went to eat their small stove.
For a long time, Jimo Ya and Huanqing Yan haven't eaten spiritual food together so easily and leisurely. With honey fruit wine, Huanqing Yan was drunk and smoked. He fell East and West in the arms of Jimo ya.
Jimo Ya leaned against the collapsed corner and drank a little too much. She hugged her beloved woman in her arms. The Liuyun flying car flew without destination, and no one else bothered them, such as a pair of free wild cranes.
Jimo's unprecedented relaxation, "Xiaoyan, let's not go back to the holy city."
"Good!" Huan Qingyan, drunk and hazy, stood up and said, "if you don't go back to the holy city, the holy city god horse is very annoying. Many people like to look down on others and look down on me. Hum! Why do they look down on me? Is the cultivation high and great? What's the cow..."
Jimo's dark eyebrows, clear eyes, exquisite facial features and lips rise like a smile. It's lazy and luxurious, but it's imposing, "so Xiaoyan doesn't like the holy city so much?"
"It's not that I don't like the holy city. I don't like those people. I hate them very much."
Jimoya deliberately teased her, "well, who makes Xiaoyan so annoying?" Now, Huan Qingyan is drunk and tells the truth. He wants to hear her truth.
"Naturally, the most hateful thing is the saint of laoshizi. She is like a grasshopper, swinging around in front of you every day! Murong Xinnuo, your cousin! A white lotus! And your mother. She doesn't like me, doesn't like me, just doesn't like you..." Huan leaned and muttered.
"What a coincidence. I don't like these people, your husband. Is there anything else?"
Huan tilted his face sideways and thought for a while, "I don't like Shangqiu Mengqian yet. What is he like as a woman? Goods? Let you transfer me and buy it with money..."
Jimoya echoed again, "well, it's really hateful. Did you meet him again in the holy city?"
"Yes, he stayed at the door at night. You were in a coma. He was still happy and said you were dead. Great, I'll belong to him..."
Jimoya's face turned black and he was a Shangqiu dreamer. Well, it seems that he will see him again for a while.
"Darling, is there anyone you don't like?"
Huan Qinyan stretched out his finger and said wrongfully, "yes, white dust seal, I don't like him, he bullied me, he bit my finger..."
Jimo Ya immediately became violent. His eyes were slightly narrowed and light, but there was a hard to hide murderous spirit. His voice was still cool and gentle, with the meaning of deception. "Good, tell me carefully. What's going on?"
This novel has been translated by www.novelhall. com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.
Jimoya was elegant and sipped the honey fruit wine. "Silly girl, things are rare. Even if you can mass produce, you can't sell too much. Come and eat with your husband."Huan Qingyan is very happy. Jimoya's mood is much better than a few days ago, and she has returned to her favorite elegant public style."Ya Shuai, do you want to release longlingbao? I made it its favorite red date Ganoderma lucidum soup..."Jimo Ya's voice slowed down, "No.""Is the evil spirit not under control?" Huan Qingyan asked carefully.Jimo Ya replied, "it doesn't matter. The ginseng Lingbao in my body has the function of automatic repair. It will be OK after a period of time.""Well, your Lingbao doesn't eat. My Lingbao is food and needs to eat.""Well, whatever you want."The two Lingbao on the side of Huan Qinyan had already jumped out, staring at the spiritual food on the table and drooling.Fortunately, Huan Qinyan was prepared and made their favorite spiritual food alone, plus a large jar of Linggu wine and a small pot of honey fruit wine.The two happily went to eat their small stove.For a long time, Jimo Ya and Huanqing Yan haven't eaten spiritual food together so easily and leisurely. With honey fruit wine, Huanqing Yan was drunk and smoked. He fell East and West in the arms of Jimo ya.Jimo Ya leaned against the collapsed corner and drank a little too much. She hugged her beloved woman in her arms. The Liuyun flying car flew without destination, and no one else bothered them, such as a pair of free wild cranes.Jimo's unprecedented relaxation, "Xiaoyan, let's not go back to the holy city.""Good!" Huan Qingyan, drunk and hazy, stood up and said, "if you don't go back to the holy city, the holy city god horse is very annoying. Many people like to look down on others and look down on me. Hum! Why do they look down on me? Is the cultivation high and great? What's the cow..."Jimo's dark eyebrows, clear eyes, exquisite facial features and lips rise like a smile. It's lazy and luxurious, but it's imposing, "so Xiaoyan doesn't like the holy city so much?""It's not that I don't like the holy city. I don't like those people. I hate them very much."Jimoya deliberately teased her, "well, who makes Xiaoyan so annoying?" Now, Huan Qingyan is drunk and tells the truth. He wants to hear her truth."Naturally, the most hateful thing is the saint of laoshizi. She is like a grasshopper, swinging around in front of you every day! Murong Xinnuo, your cousin! A white lotus! And your mother. She doesn't like me, doesn't like me, just doesn't like you..." Huan leaned and muttered."What a coincidence. I don't like these people, your husband. Is there anything else?"Huan tilted his face sideways and thought for a while, "I don't like Shangqiu Mengqian yet. What is he like as a woman? Goods? Let you transfer me and buy it with money..."Jimoya echoed again, "well, it's really hateful. Did you meet him again in the holy city?""Yes, he stayed at the door at night. You were in a coma. He was still happy and said you were dead. Great, I'll belong to him..."Jimoya's face turned black and he was a Shangqiu dreamer. Well, it seems that he will see him again for a while."Darling, is there anyone you don't like?"Huan Qinyan stretched out his finger and said wrongfully, "yes, white dust seal, I don't like him, he bullied me, he bit my finger..."Jimo Ya immediately became violent. His eyes were slightly narrowed and light, but there was a hard to hide murderous spirit. His voice was still cool and gentle, with the meaning of deception. "Good, tell me carefully. What's going on?"This novel has been translated by www.novelhall. com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.
