Chapter 909 (2/2)

Jimo career is filled with a wonderful feeling.

He is twenty or six years old this year. He is a very young man in the cultivation world, but ordinary people in the secular world have long been his father.

If only this were his child.

Unfortunately

Jimo Ya looked cold again, ”crying and laughing, ugly.”

Huan Qinyan raised his head and kissed him on the face. The wet liquid pasted his face.

”You don't care whether I'm ugly or not. Anyway, my husband is handsome and beautiful...”

For the first time in the past few days, Jimo career showed a smile.

”Keep flattering, see if I can spare you, and throw away all the love keepsakes I gave you. I want to run!”

”If you don't run, give me back the fengyuling. This is mine!” Huan Qingyan tried to get fengyuling back from Jimo Ya's sleeve robe, but he didn't get it.

”Throw it if you want, and return if you want?” Jimo Ya picks eyebrows.

Huan Qingyan plays a rogue, directly supports his upper body and grabs it. Jimoya is single and holds her, holding Feng Yuling high in the other hand.

The phantom threw his face and didn't catch it.

He covered his stomach again, ”pain, husband, am I about to have a baby? Am I flashing to my waist? Is the baby twisted? Ah, I'm dying. I've got a disease that will die without fengyuling. It's terrible...”

Jimo Ya squinted and looked at her coolly.

Huan Qingyan grabbed the phoenix feather bell without pressure and put it into the storage ring.

The whole person is refreshed, his stomach doesn't hurt, he doesn't feel uncomfortable, and he doesn't feel that he is going to die.

Breaking tears into laughter, he pulled up the sleeve of Jimo career, ”husband...”

Jimoya still kept that posture and look, looking at her brazen.

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