Chapter 1523 The Little Palace Lady of the Mentally Retarded Prince (24)

Two people are already tired enough, come back with a red line, and give it a lame every day?

The system was afraid of the host's suspicion and immediately replied: "Nothing, the ancients are very dirty. The original family is a mountain village. What old women are married? The middle-aged women are basically moving a small bench and talking at the door every day. Everything is known to work."

Bai Weiwei nodded.

Also, it is not a squat woman.

The big girl who works and farms has a little more basic understanding.

Bai Weiwei suddenly realized that the little palace girl could be filthy.

The system saw Bai Weiwei understand, it feels that the host should educate Ning Jiu Mo.

Then let Ning Jiu Mo solve it himself.

So it keeps on squatting and cuts the red line.

The half-hanger fortune teller, where did the material come from, is this a cable or a red line?

Bai Weiwei had a bottom in her heart. She put the basin on the shelf.

Then he looked up and looked at Ning Jiu Mo, who was huddled into a ball and his ears were red.

He may feel that he is ill, so he dare not move, trying to squat in the past.

"His Royal Highness?"

Ning Jiu Mo felt that he was hot and hot, and he did not know why.

Hearing the voice of Bai Weiwei, his ears suddenly moved, and the thin red was even worse. His throat rolled a little.

I don't know why it is more uncomfortable.

Bai Weiwei saw him with his head down, his long hair scattered, and his white neck was exposed, and the skin of his neck turned red.

If it is a normal person, can you not press it yourself soon?

How is this big fool getting worse?

The old mother-in-law, Bai Weiwei, sighed and whispered: "His Royal Highness, is it still difficult?"

Ning Jiu Moss shrinked, it seems that Bai Weiwei is too close to him.

He felt that when she posted it, the sweet smell made him more confused.

A good old man is trying to shrink himself into a ball.

Poorly like a big ostrich, I don't know where to hide.

Bai Weiwei confessed softly, "Your Highness, this is very normal, you yourself, it is comfortable to make it yourself."

Comfortable two words, it may be that her voice is too soft.

Take a few twists on the endless end.

Ning Jiu ink clenched his fists, and his nails were plunged into his palm.

He felt that he was very bad. He wanted to, and wanted to fight with her.

Ning Jiu Mo, who is confused by his brain, is afraid that he will hurt Bai Weiwei. His eyes are red, his throat is shaking and he said hard: "You don't want me, don't worry about me, I am sick, just fall asleep."

He is very strange now.

Obviously, when the two goblins were fighting, they didn’t know what they were doing.

But when I saw the white flower, I was disgusted.

But I don't know why, later, she pressed him into the crack of the stone, her soft body glaring at him.

He began to feel uncomfortable.

He even felt that he was poisoned.

Is he dying?

Ning Jiuyin thinks more, the redder the eyes, the tears will fall down.

"You go, you are going."

He is useless, he is going to die.

He didn't want to drag the little palace girl to see his rotten corpse.

It was like the bodies that he had seen and died in the well.

Very disgusting and ugly.

He will probably become like that when he dies.

Suddenly, a kiss fell gently on his forehead.

Light and thin like a butterfly stopped.

Gentle and incomparable.

But in a moment, Ning Jiu Mo was stiff.

(End of this chapter)