C792 (1/2)

The snow elf ran to the blue hat elf, took his hand and said, ”look at my hand What a pity, what a pity I've been pushing the cart all by myself in the morning, and then I've brought the black rice back

He pointed to the black hat elf sleeping in the shade of a tree.

Then, blinking the eyelashes of the luxuriant feather fan, he stretched out the palm of the hand with the mark when pushing the cart.

Only see, his palm, is full of red bloodstains.

Blue Hat Baby wrinkled his nose, quite understand his meaning - today's task of picking apples is not about white rice.

He nodded sympathetically and patted him on the arm: ”well, Bai MI, I understand what you said just now.”

As soon as he turned around, snowsuit immediately jumped under another tree, picked a leaf, rubbed his little palm - well, great, all traces of the red Potion on the painting were wiped off.

He was satisfied to tidy up his snow clothes, which were as beautiful as cotton satin, and spread layer by layer like water lotus.

Well, it is always the most beautiful, always the purest, and always the least need to go out to work, so it is always the cleanest.

Mm-hmm, I love clean baby most.

He took a look at the black rice sleeping in the shade of a big tree.

”Hello, I've got it.”

”Shut up. Don't disturb me when I sleep.”