Xiao Yu walked outside the room, and his eyes fell on the young fox. At this time, the ink was alive and kicking, but now it is like a frosted eggplant, and his eyes are closed, which is especially distressing.

As a mother, Xiao Yu is the most unacceptable child. She reached out and hugged the ink.

The little guy's head moved, the closed eyes opened a slit, and the mother's face was seen. It had a bright luster in his eyes, but it quickly dimmed.

"Oh..." It was very weak and weak.

"Ink." Xiao Yu saw her son, her heart hurts, and the slender fingers gently stroked the white back of the young fox, as if to appease a small one.

The young fox felt the warmth of his mother. He closed his eyes with a satisfied face, and his head drilled into her arms, and then he did not move.

Xiao Yu appeases her fingers and suddenly pauses. Her delicate face is slightly white, how can the ink be like this?

A long arm gently covered her shoulder, and her hard chest stuck to her delicate back and grasped her arm: "Don't worry too much, the ink will not be a problem." Feng Ling whispered Consolation.

At this time, the purple coat came over and extended the finger of the knot: "Take the claws of the ink, I will look at it."

Xiao Yu returned to God, and the small hand trembled to take out the ink's front paws and handed it to the purple coat. Her heart was very nervous and waited for the result.

The purple eyebrows were slightly locked, and Xiao Yu’s heart was tightened until he loosened the ink claws.

Xiao Yu asked nervously: "How is the master, ink?"

Ziyi Jun face iron green road: "It is poisoned."

Xiao Yu was shocked and poisoned? Who is so bad heart? To poison the ink?

Feng Lingran’s expression suddenly became cold, and he released the low pressure of the monks, and the cold and sharp shot to Xiao Caiyu.

Xiaoqi was also shocked. He never thought that there would be such a thing in Fengfu.

Xiao Caiyu was scared on the ground and said with fear: "Feng Lord, wife, slaves do not know how the little master will be poisoned, but the slaves can swear that the slaves have no bad feelings for the little master, and they do not dare to harm the little master. ""

Xiao Caiyu’s voice shivered, and the tears of the bean fell. Although she was very afraid of Feng’s sharp eyes, Xiao Caiyu looked at the young fox in Xiao Yu’s arms as if she was worried.

Xiaoqi can't believe this. Although he is willing to believe Xiaocaiyu said, the poisoning of the little master is true. If it is not Xiaocaiyu, who else?

Xiaoqi's beautiful eyes suddenly turned to another room.

The little master eats the mother's juice of Lancome. Besides Xiao Caiyu, he should not forget, and there is also a Lancome.

Small seven big steps went to the room.

Lan Lan shrunk in the door. She heard footsteps coming over. She turned and scared to escape, but she grabbed the back collar with one hand.

"Ah let me go, let me go..." Lancome struggled fiercely.

How could she be the opponent of Xiaoqi?

When she was young, she took her out and left it in front of Feng Lingran and Xiao Yu.

Lancome's body fell to the ground, and the bones of her body were like a pain. She screamed and looked up like a little seven, but she saw Xiao Xiao's delicate cold face and Feng Ling. It’s a beautiful face.

Lan Yan’s scared legs were soft, and she shouted in fear: “Feng Lord, madam, not a slave, not a slave!”