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Jimo’s posture is elegant and he took a sip of honey wine. “Stupid gimmicks, things are rare, even if they are energy-produced, they can’t take too much to sell, come and accompany the husband to eat.”

The illusion is very happy, that is, the mood of Moya is much better than the previous days, and it has returned to her favorite elegant and elegant style.

"Ya Shuai, do you want to release Long Lingbao, I gave it the red jujube that it loves to eat..."

The Moya sound slows down, "No."

"Is there any control over the magic?" The illusion asked carefully.

Jimo back, "I don't get in the way, the ginseng treasure in my body has the function of automatic repair, and it will naturally be uninterrupted after a while."

"Well, your Lingbao does not eat, my Lingbao is a foodie, you need to eat."

"Well, follow you."

The two Lingbaos on the side of the illusion are already squeezing out, and staring at the dishes on the table, drooling.

Fortunately, the illusion of the face is ready, giving them the property of their favorite food, plus a large jar of Linggu wine, a small pot of honey wine.

Two happy go to eat their small stove.

Jimo and the illusion have long been not so relaxed and leisurely to eat together, and with honey wine, fascinating and drunken, and the West is in the arms of Jimo.

However, Moya leaned back on the sag, and the drink was a little high. In his arms, he was carrying a beloved woman. The flying clouds did not fly at any destination. No one else disturbed them, such as a pair of free-spirited wild cranes.

The relaxation that Moya had never seen before, "Xiaoyan, we are not going back to the Holy City."

"Good!" The illusion is drunk, and the filming starts. "Don't go back to the holy city, the holy city **** horse is particularly annoying. Many people like dog eyes to see people low, look down on me, hey! Why do they look down on me? Awesome? What cow is a cow..."

The ink eyebrows, the clear eyes, the delicate facial features, the lips are like laughing and laughing, and the ones are lazy and luxurious, but they are also imposing. "Is Xiaoyan so disliked the holy city?"

"I don't like the holy city, I don't like those people, I hate it."

Jimo is interested in teasing her. "Well, who makes Xiaoyan so annoying?" The current illusion is drunk, and it is all true, he wants to hear her truth.

"The most hateful nature is the sacred woman of the Rush, like a grasshopper, dangling in front of you every day! And Murong Yanuo, your cousin! Big white lotus flower! And your mother, she doesn't like it. I don't like me, I just don't like you..." The phantom pouted.

"It’s a coincidence that I don’t like these people, do you like them, are you?”

The illusion turned to the head and thought for a while. "I still don't like Shangqiu Mengqian. What is he a woman? Goods? Let you transfer me and buy money..."

Jimo again reconciled, "Well, it’s really abominable. Have you met him again in the Holy City?"

"Yes, he stayed at the door in the evening and didn't leave. You were in a coma. He was still happy, saying that you are dead. Great, I will return to him..."

Jimo's face is black, so a good business Qiu Mengqian, um, it looks like it will be a little longer.

"Hey, is there anyone you don't like?"

The illusion sticks out his fingers and swears. "Yes, white dust, don't like him, he bullies me, he bites my finger..."

Jimo was immediately violent, his eyes were slight and faint, but there was a murderous murderous voice. The voice was still cool and gentle, with the meaning of cheating. "Hey, tell me carefully, what happened? ”