My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker

4955-Spy

Qiao Mu bowed his head and glanced at the little monk, raised his hand and shoved him aside, leaving room for the little monkey and Mo to get along.

"Okay, okay." The young monk who was blinding all day long had to be beaten everywhere.

Qiaomu took him and left.

The little monkey and Mo must have a lot of thoughts in mind, so the rest should not disturb them both.

"Female donor." The little monk bulging his cheeks, trying to raise his eyes, looking at her with a crooked head, "You look fat!"

The female donor wants to beat you now!

Qiao Mu stared at the monk, "Shut up, I don't need you to speak now."

Little monk, sip it, sip it, and hum, "So ... when do I need a little monk to speak?"

The people in the star field are particularly strange. Whenever the young monk opens his mouth, they either shut him up or hold him up.

In fact, where is he? He just has a few more words.

Tree took a carrot from the inner circle and stuffed it into the little monk's mouth. "Sweet?"

"Sweet!" The little monk took the carrot in his hand and snapped a bite.

"Empty air, has there been any progress in fire control recently?"

Nodded his little head empty, "Yes! The little fireball has become a big fireball."

Qiaomu lowered his head and forgot a glance, suddenly surprised, "Empty, you have to repair it."

"Amitabha, the little monk hasn't worked hard enough yet." The little monk seriously drummed the bun face, and "clicked and clicked" to bite several carrots.

This little ghost is only over five years old, but now has surpassed most people in the realm.

Looking at his little arms and calves, you can hardly imagine that this is already a thirteenth level spiritual master ...

This talent seems to be better than her.

"Female donor," the chubby monk milked, and said, "You haven't seen the monk for so long. The monk is worried."

Qiaomu wanted to laugh, and reached out and poked at his white and tender chin. "Did you miss me or the peach I gave you?"

The young monk considered three seconds and focused his head. "I want to." I mainly wanted peaches.

"Slang!" Qiao Mu stretched his finger on his forehead, "liar liar."

The little monk quickly reached out and covered his forehead. "No, no, I didn't lie to the female donor."

"Okay." Qiao Mu walked him to the door of the magical chamber. "Sister is going to the sea now. Are you into the star domain or ..."

"Do not enter the star field, do not enter the star field." The little monk protested repeatedly.

Stuck in the star field all the time, it ’s either cultivation or eating melon, and finally he can let it out. He must be with the female donor.

"Female donor, the young monk has recently recited a new verse for calming down. Do you want to hear it?"

Joe glanced at him silently, "Not in use for now."

"That's really a shame," said the young monk. "The little monk has carried his melon back to the top, and he is like a streamer! He originally said that the female donor is very heavy, and when she is fine, she can read it to the female donor."

arbor:……

Thank you family!

"Now the female donor ... eh? Alas, ah!"

Qiaomu held the little monk's muzzling mouth with one hand, and held him to jump from the artifact cabin quickly.

The ears suddenly became quite clean, and Arbor sighed slightly.

"Small tree, take the air back to Starfield."

The young monk hugged her arm with his backhand, "Oh, oh? Oh ..."

The small tree waved under the branch, and the voice was rippling, "Forget it, master silver ~"

(End of this chapter)