Chapter 909
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This is a new life.
It belongs to his favorite woman!
Maybe he can try to accept it in another way?
blamed!
He compromised!
He compromised again!
When I met her, no matter what the principle and dignity were, there was nothing but endless compromise.
Jimo Ya was impatient. He turned his head and didn't want to see the magic face. "Do you really want to give birth to it?"
The tone is hard.
Huan Qingyan wiped his nose and tears with his white sleeve, "well, Sheng... You must be born... If you don't let me live, I hate you all my life."
Jimoya picked her up from the ground, "then you're not allowed to run in the future. If you run, you'll kill it."
Added, "born and then killed!"
In order to avoid one corpse and two lives, it seems that you can't kill it now. It's so big. It looks like it's been five or six months
Huan Qingyan thought he had a auditory hallucination. What does that mean? Did he agree?
He agreed that she had a baby?
Did he really agree that she had a baby?
Sobbing with joy, crying and laughing, hugging Jimo Ya's neck and rubbing his nose and tears, "well, if you don't run, you'll never run, Wuwuwuwu, husband, you're the best husband in the world, and my baby and I love you forever. Wuwuwu, baby, your father finally doesn't dislike you, don't move, it hurts me..."
It's also magical. After the words, Jimo Ya sensed that the stomach of phantom Qingyan gradually quieted down.
The fetus inside didn't move around any more.
Even to the palm of Jimo ya, he pushed the top, showing great intimacy.
Jimo career is filled with a wonderful feeling.
He is twenty or six years old this year. He is a very young man in the cultivation world, but ordinary people in the secular world have long been his father.
If only this were his child.
Unfortunately
Jimo Ya looked cold again, "crying and laughing, ugly."
Huan Qinyan raised his head and kissed him on the face. The wet liquid pasted his face.
"You don't care whether I'm ugly or not. Anyway, my husband is handsome and beautiful..."
For the first time in the past few days, Jimo career showed a smile.
"Keep flattering, see if I can spare you, and throw away all the love keepsakes I gave you. I want to run!"
"If you don't run, give me back the fengyuling. This is mine!" Huan Qingyan tried to get fengyuling back from Jimo Ya's sleeve robe, but he didn't get it.
"Throw it if you want, and return if you want?" Jimo Ya picks eyebrows.
Huan Qingyan plays a rogue, directly supports his upper body and grabs it. Jimoya is single and holds her, holding Feng Yuling high in the other hand.
The phantom threw his face and didn't catch it.
He covered his stomach again, "pain, husband, am I about to have a baby? Am I flashing to my waist? Is the baby twisted? Ah, I'm dying. I've got a disease that will die without fengyuling. It's terrible..."
Jimo Ya squinted and looked at her coolly.
Huan Qingyan grabbed the phoenix feather bell without pressure and put it into the storage ring.
The whole person is refreshed, his stomach doesn't hurt, he doesn't feel uncomfortable, and he doesn't feel that he is going to die.
Breaking tears into laughter, he pulled up the sleeve of Jimo career, "husband..."
Jimoya still kept that posture and look, looking at her brazen.
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This is a new life.
It belongs to his favorite woman!
Maybe he can try to accept it in another way?
blamed!
He compromised!
He compromised again!
When I met her, no matter what the principle and dignity were, there was nothing but endless compromise.
Jimo Ya was impatient. He turned his head and didn't want to see the magic face. "Do you really want to give birth to it?"
The tone is hard.
Huan Qingyan wiped his nose and tears with his white sleeve, "well, Sheng... You must be born... If you don't let me live, I hate you all my life."
Jimoya picked her up from the ground, "then you're not allowed to run in the future. If you run, you'll kill it."
Added, "born and then killed!"
In order to avoid one corpse and two lives, it seems that you can't kill it now. It's so big. It looks like it's been five or six months
Huan Qingyan thought he had a auditory hallucination. What does that mean? Did he agree?
He agreed that she had a baby?
Did he really agree that she had a baby?
Sobbing with joy, crying and laughing, hugging Jimo Ya's neck and rubbing his nose and tears, "well, if you don't run, you'll never run, Wuwuwuwu, husband, you're the best husband in the world, and my baby and I love you forever. Wuwuwu, baby, your father finally doesn't dislike you, don't move, it hurts me..."
It's also magical. After the words, Jimo Ya sensed that the stomach of phantom Qingyan gradually quieted down.
The fetus inside didn't move around any more.
Even to the palm of Jimo ya, he pushed the top, showing great intimacy.
Jimo career is filled with a wonderful feeling.
He is twenty or six years old this year. He is a very young man in the cultivation world, but ordinary people in the secular world have long been his father.
If only this were his child.
Unfortunately
Jimo Ya looked cold again, "crying and laughing, ugly."
Huan Qinyan raised his head and kissed him on the face. The wet liquid pasted his face.
"You don't care whether I'm ugly or not. Anyway, my husband is handsome and beautiful..."
For the first time in the past few days, Jimo career showed a smile.
"Keep flattering, see if I can spare you, and throw away all the love keepsakes I gave you. I want to run!"
"If you don't run, give me back the fengyuling. This is mine!" Huan Qingyan tried to get fengyuling back from Jimo Ya's sleeve robe, but he didn't get it.
"Throw it if you want, and return if you want?" Jimo Ya picks eyebrows.
Huan Qingyan plays a rogue, directly supports his upper body and grabs it. Jimoya is single and holds her, holding Feng Yuling high in the other hand.
The phantom threw his face and didn't catch it.
He covered his stomach again, "pain, husband, am I about to have a baby? Am I flashing to my waist? Is the baby twisted? Ah, I'm dying. I've got a disease that will die without fengyuling. It's terrible..."
Jimo Ya squinted and looked at her coolly.
Huan Qingyan grabbed the phoenix feather bell without pressure and put it into the storage ring.
The whole person is refreshed, his stomach doesn't hurt, he doesn't feel uncomfortable, and he doesn't feel that he is going to die.
Breaking tears into laughter, he pulled up the sleeve of Jimo career, "husband..."
Jimoya still kept that posture and look, looking at her brazen.
This novel has been translated by www.novelhall. com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.
This is a new life.It belongs to his favorite woman!Maybe he can try to accept it in another way?blamed!He compromised!He compromised again!When I met her, no matter what the principle and dignity were, there was nothing but endless compromise.Jimo Ya was impatient. He turned his head and didn't want to see the magic face. "Do you really want to give birth to it?"The tone is hard.Huan Qingyan wiped his nose and tears with his white sleeve, "well, Sheng... You must be born... If you don't let me live, I hate you all my life."Jimoya picked her up from the ground, "then you're not allowed to run in the future. If you run, you'll kill it."Added, "born and then killed!"In order to avoid one corpse and two lives, it seems that you can't kill it now. It's so big. It looks like it's been five or six monthsHuan Qingyan thought he had a auditory hallucination. What does that mean? Did he agree?He agreed that she had a baby?Did he really agree that she had a baby?Sobbing with joy, crying and laughing, hugging Jimo Ya's neck and rubbing his nose and tears, "well, if you don't run, you'll never run, Wuwuwuwu, husband, you're the best husband in the world, and my baby and I love you forever. Wuwuwu, baby, your father finally doesn't dislike you, don't move, it hurts me..."It's also magical. After the words, Jimo Ya sensed that the stomach of phantom Qingyan gradually quieted down.The fetus inside didn't move around any more.Even to the palm of Jimo ya, he pushed the top, showing great intimacy.Jimo career is filled with a wonderful feeling.He is twenty or six years old this year. He is a very young man in the cultivation world, but ordinary people in the secular world have long been his father.If only this were his child.UnfortunatelyJimo Ya looked cold again, "crying and laughing, ugly."Huan Qinyan raised his head and kissed him on the face. The wet liquid pasted his face."You don't care whether I'm ugly or not. Anyway, my husband is handsome and beautiful..."For the first time in the past few days, Jimo career showed a smile."Keep flattering, see if I can spare you, and throw away all the love keepsakes I gave you. I want to run!""If you don't run, give me back the fengyuling. This is mine!" Huan Qingyan tried to get fengyuling back from Jimo Ya's sleeve robe, but he didn't get it."Throw it if you want, and return if you want?" Jimo Ya picks eyebrows.Huan Qingyan plays a rogue, directly supports his upper body and grabs it. Jimoya is single and holds her, holding Feng Yuling high in the other hand.The phantom threw his face and didn't catch it.He covered his stomach again, "pain, husband, am I about to have a baby? Am I flashing to my waist? Is the baby twisted? Ah, I'm dying. I've got a disease that will die without fengyuling. It's terrible..."Jimo Ya squinted and looked at her coolly.Huan Qingyan grabbed the phoenix feather bell without pressure and put it into the storage ring.The whole person is refreshed, his stomach doesn't hurt, he doesn't feel uncomfortable, and he doesn't feel that he is going to die.Breaking tears into laughter, he pulled up the sleeve of Jimo career, "husband..."Jimoya still kept that posture and look, looking at her brazen.This novel has been translated by www.novelhall. com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.
