Kanmo is an action faction. When he just finished speaking, the figure disappeared.

Moe bowed his head and licked his body, just a layer of fox fur less than before, nothing else changed!

When Moer came to Nangong Temple, Nangong had just took a sip of tea and saw that Moer looked like this. He snorted and the tea in his mouth squirted out.

"Master, master, you are fine!" Moer ran away with a sigh of relief, and he was very intimate in taking the back to Nangong.

"Nothing, you are Moh?" Nangong whispered and looked at the little boy in front of him. The child's face was like his mother, but his eyes were like his father.

Nangong Temple and Feng Lingran can be described as deadly enemies. When he saw the eyes of Moo, the whole body suddenly released a very cold magic.

Moer felt the terrible magic, his pink face suddenly changed color, and he could not help but step back.

Nangong湚 suddenly converges on the magic, and his eyes flashed with anger.

"Ink don't be afraid, Dad will never hurt you." Nangong湚 pulled Mo'er into his arms. Although the male doll didn't wear clothes, he was very uncomfortable, but he still held Moh and put it on his lap.

For the name "Dad", Nangong is very persistent.

Moe never saw Nangong 释放 release such a strong magic to him, almost swallowed him.

Sitting on the squat of the South Palace, Mo Er still has a lingering fear: "The master hates Moh?"

When Mo is young and feels something, he will ask directly.

This is the child's words.

Nangong Yu smiled softly: "How come? Dad likes ink."

Moe seems to be very useful. He squinted his head and leaned in the arms of Nangong. He said with milk, "Master, Moo wants to kiss her."

Nangong’s apex was touched, why didn’t he think? He also wants to be the mother of Moh.

Nangong 湚 gentle road: "Is the ink want to find a mother?"

Ink eyes brightened and nodded: "Think."

Nangong seduce and said: "Call Dad."

Moe licked his mouth and didn't want to call.

Nangong Temple waited for a moment, seeing Mo's fingers twisted and small, his eyes seemed to be hot, and reached out to open the small hand of Mo's hand. The words were long and heavy: "Ink remember, this thing can't be played."

Moe blinked, he was just curious, how did this thing grow?

Since the master said that he could not play, Mo did not play.

Nangong squatted and looked at it. He didn't see the shadow of the sacred demon. He asked: "Can you do it? Dad asked him to prepare a set of clothes for you. After that, he must learn to wear clothes, not to go straight to the body. Run outside."

Nangong sees the confusion in the boy's eyes. He sighs. The child is too small. Many things that don't move, he has to teach him the same, how to behave?

"Can't help the ink to get the clothes to go," said Moore softly.

Nangong nodded and said to Moh: "Today, Dad takes you to sleep. You follow Dad every day. Dad teaches you how to behave."

Mo Er whispered a small mouth: "Ink wants to kiss the mother, Mo Er wants to learn from the girl."

Kanmo took a set of clothes worn by a little boy and saw that Moer cried in the arms of Nangong.

Kanmo is distressed to die, if it is not Nangong, he is the master, the enchantment will probably smash the Nangong.

"Little master, what's wrong with you? How did you cry?" The enchanting heart of Mo's crying was broken.

"Ink wants to kiss the mother, Moo wants to kiss the mother, Moh wants the mother to kiss"

The soft cry of Mo's voice, how pitiful it is to be pitiful, the sorcerer is also infected, unable to control the tears with his little master.

"Well, don't cry, your mother is in Penglai. The master has just been invited by the demon king to go to Penglai, just to take the little master to see the lady."

When the sorcerer finished, he found that Nangong was cold with a face and staring at him as if he had made a mistake.

The sorcerer’s heart snorted, and it’s worse. Doesn’t the owner want to bring the ink to Penglai?

Mo's tearful eyes flashed a glimmer of light that others could not detect. He asked the Nangong sorrowfully: "Master, mother is really in Penglai? You will take Moo to Penglai to find a mother, right?"

Nangong squatted his hand and gently wiped away the tears on the face of the ink: "It's all so big, still crying."

He looked at Moh, and the poor look of the child crying, like Xiao Yu.

Nan Gongyi insisted: "Call Dad, tell Dad to take you there."