Chapter 462 (1/2)

It seems stiff.

Jimoya blinked.

Huan Qingyan didn't find it.

Of course, with her intelligence quotient of three or four year old children, she can find that the food is good. What else can she find?

So she held it in front of Jimo ya like a treasure and said excitedly, ”eat...”

Motioned jimoya to cut her with a knife.

Jimo Ya looked at her with indulgence, and his mouth wriggled for a while, but he didn't speak.

Yan girl insisted on using the magic weapon as a watermelon, so he cut it for her to see and let her die.

So he said with interest, ”put it on the ground and I'll cut it.”

Ink may day is rigorous and serious. At this time, I can't help but draw corners of my mouth.

Little Lord, this is not a watermelon. It's a purple magic weapon worth 600000!

Is it really appropriate to cut like this?

Huan Qingyan Yiyan put down the ball in his hand. As a result, as soon as he put it down, the ball rolled away

It made Huan Qingyan giggle and chase after the rolling ball quickly.

The room is a little bigger. The ball is running in front and the phantom is chasing behind. It just keeps running around the circle

Innocent and happy laughter spread all the way like a silver bell.

The strangest thing is that the expression of Jimo Ya is calm and gentle, with an unprincipled color of doting and contentment.

He looks happy when she is happy.

The only Mo Wu is a normal person. He has only four words to describe his feelings about his young master and fantasy girl. He can't bear to look directly at him.

Over there, Huan Qinyan was about to catch up with the black ball. It was at a corner. She was in a hurry. She flew over with her body and pressed the ball with her body.

The ball didn't move again.

At this time, Mo Si knocked on the door and saved Mo Wu in the deep water.

”Little Lord, the original owner of the baoteng root has found it.”