My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker

Chapter 2061 3.507 I've got you!

Ink lotus, I ever met you! Probably the most fortunate in my life to do it.

That time, I probably still suffering in **** struggling with.

I have you!

I have you!

I have you! !!

Joe girl move with a small head, attached to his arms, back and forth drill moves.

Seem to see themselves in that difficult years, lay in a dark dungeon, looking at the head of dark, deep trance helpless look.

As if I heard Fan Gu's slender voice again, she grinned in her ears: "Hey, I'm going back to the willow alley tomorrow. I recently showed your cousin several families, huh, huh, it seems there is a pretty good of it. "

Just listening to Fan Qiuhe's laughter sounded brightly, "Congratulations aunt! You should be able to hug your grandson next year."

Marry someone?

At that time, she could only stare at the dark prison top, listening to the rat's creak in her ear, and asking herself over and over again in her heart: What is it like to marry and experience life?

I envy those who have intact limbs and can walk normally in the sun ...

I am so envious of Aunt Fan's daughter, so envious ...

Morin raised her hand and stroked her little head, looking over Jojo's hair and landing on Tong, who was standing in the distance.

With a stern look, he put it out of the cold Jedi and ordered it to be delivered. The latter immediately knelt down on one knee, and quickly led someone to leave.

[Cut grass to eradicate! Fan Gu's daughter, kill! 】

Speaking of the hardness of his heart, His Royal Highness was obviously many times higher than Qiao Qiao.

This man who controls many life and killing powers on the sky star does not have much tenderness and kindness. Even if his appearance is harmonious, his heart is extremely cold ...

He is a man for Mo Yu's future, for the stability and well-being of the Mo Kingdom, even the eight-year-old nephew Mo Cheng can severely cut it.

If it weren't for Qiaoqiao's sake, if it wasn't for Shu Quan, he would be smart. Mo Cheng, is dead now.

He is different from Jojo.

If you shatter Qiaoqiao's cold shell, there is a soft-hearted little guy in it, nestled in her snail shell and pulling desperately out of it.

He was a man with a ruthless heart.

Mo said to kill a daughter of Fan Gu who had nothing to do with.

For his Qiao Qiao, killing a hundred and killing a thousand, what about turning ghosts into demons?

Qiaomu looked up at Molian and wrinkled his small nose. "Hungry."

There was a slight smile on Mo Lin's lips immediately, and he reached out and hugged the little guy. "What do you want to eat? I will cook it for you."

"How about snake meat?"

"His !!!!" The little white snake raised a small head and scratched the little master's wrist. "The main silver and the main silver, the dragon meat is delicious, the dragon meat is delicious!"

Qiaomu stretched his finger and flicked the little white snake's head, looking back at Mo Lian, a pair of big watery eyes, flickering light.

Murray bowed her head and kissed her on the slippery forehead. "It's better that we find a home inn first. I will cook a rich meal for you!"

"Okay." Qiao Mu nodded, his sleeves fluttered, and dozens of flamingoes flew out of Taoyuan Star.

These little guys who play suicide all day long live only three years and are preparing for suicide every day ...

"Go." With a wave of arrogant fingers, a group of flamingoes scattered quickly around the clear sky valley of Wuliang Mountain.

(End of this chapter)