Chapter 162： Ji Jialai (3) (2/2)

Cangling, interrupted the words of the season.

The seasons were slightly stunned, and when I looked up at the monsoon smoke, I found that the monsoon smoke was looking at her with the bright scorpions.

”Love skirt, you can sit down first.” Ji Mubai, who has not opened his mouth, finally opened his mouth at this moment.

The season sentiment came back, biting his teeth and glanced at the monsoon smoke, and then some reluctantly sat next to Ji Mubai.

The monsoon smoked clothes seemed to have nothing to worry about, and the teacups were carefully drunk, but the eyes of the eyes swept through the handsome teenager.

Ji Mubai, one of the most talented children of Jijia, has become an excellent mage at the age of eighteen. He is also the son of the eldest son of Jiru, who is favored in the Jijia, the original memory of Ji Mubai. Few, this boy who was regarded as a genius by the family of the season has no communication with the cumbersome original owner. It is only occasionally that the original owner once met with Ji Mubai once.

But that time, it was enough for the original master to regard Ji Mubai, a seemingly gentle and elegant noble son, as a demon.

The monsoon smoke does not move the tea, waiting for the opening of the season.

Ji Mubai soothed the impetuous season, and his eyes slowly fell to the monsoon smoke. As early as the monsoon smoke appeared, Ji Mubai had been looking at the monsoon smoke. It is undeniable that this time I saw each other. Let Qi Mubai be a bit strange, the monsoon smoke in front of him is completely different from the timid little waste in the past.

Of course...

Ji Mu white mouth twitched a gentle smile and looked at the monsoon flue: ”The wind smoke, long time no see, don't come innocent?”