Just that feeling... Just that moment, Shi Qing felt like a cold sword across his neck, very cold!

Hey.

Shi Qing swallowed a bitter mouth, this woman, definitely more terrible than the fat man!

"If you want your life, one stroke is enough." Night Feather glanced at Shi Qing, turned and went back to the house!

Only leave the leaves falling in the wind.

Qinger, night Wen, night man, three people have two small eyes, and they are so obsessed with the back of the night feathers, so handsome! That turned, it was discouraged, it was a chic!

The reaction of the fat man is different.

The fat man saw the night feathers leave, some hairpins, his mouth shouted: "No, boss! This, this is over! Isn't it supposed to be like this?" Saying the fat man in the strokes, kicking and kicking, and finally Pointing at the tree in the yard, the heart said that the last link should not be tied to the tree to convince and dissatisfied!

The fat man looked at the back of the night feathers and shouted in his mouth: "Boss, not right, this is not the same as when I came!"

The night feathers did not care about the fat man behind him, and went straight into the house.

Huo Ling is in a chaotic space, holding a pile of herbs in his arms, listening to the mourning of the fat man outside, a small mouth muttering to himself: "The master is doing well, hehe, dead fat, let you want to eat baby, It’s not the same, mad at you, hehe!”

The fire spirit muttered in the air, sitting with the fire spirit, and holding the two roast chickens in his arms, the dragon chubby stopped his mouth, his small eyes suddenly licked the fire, and there was no clean bone in his hand. The fire spirit smashed the past, and said in a bad tone: "Little bird, just if you are dying, I am fat!"

The fire spirit was talking to himself, suddenly a chicken bone came over and was stunned. The small shoulder immediately twitched twice, looked down at the place where he was shackled, and when he looked up again, the fire spirit The little eyes are full of tears.

Huo Ling’s tearful eyes looked at the dragon chubby, the small mouth groaned, and the crying rebuttal: “I~I don’t have it! Wow—”

Huo Ling reluctantly explained this sentence, sitting there crying! The mouth still shouted from time to time: "Master ~ ~ you come ~ ~ it bullies the baby! Wow -"

The night feathers just closed the door, and the cry of the fire spirit came from the mind. When I heard this sound, the night feathers were already strange. Since the dragon Xiaofei lived in his chaotic space, the fire spirit was basically one day. Cry once...

The spiritual power flashed, and the night feathers entered the chaotic space.

When the fire spirit saw the master coming in, the crying was even more fierce, and the tears were simply endless!

"Stop and stop! Let me talk about what happened." The night feathers huged and threw himself into the arms of his arms, and hurriedly comforted twice.

In the arms of the night feathers, Huo Ling kept crying, and with the little white fingers, the dragon chubby was not far away, and cried to the night feathers: "Master, oh~~ I ignored him, he, he I used the chicken bones to lick me, oh ~ ~ still, still licked chicken bones, dirty dead ~ ~ wow -"

The night feathers listened to the crying of the fire spirit. When I saw the little white arm, there was indeed a grease stain. I took out a silk slap from the space ring and wiped it clean. I comforted and said: "The wipe is clean, not dirty. Oh, don't cry."

Whether the fire spirit is not careless, or crying from the self-care, it seems that he did not see the owner has helped him wipe his arm clean.

"Wow - Master, you are the master of the baby - wow -"

Night Feather sighed: "This is good, I will go out and buy you a batch of Lingcao, you are not allowed to cry anymore, okay?"

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