My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker

Chapter 5627 Suffocating

He shook his skin, comforting himself, "Little dumplings, Grandpa God knows, are you a good boy and a good boy?"

Mo baby nodded.

"Put down the holy symbol gold summon symbol in your hand!" The smile on Tiandao's face became more sympathetic, "Everything is good to discuss, ah, everything is good to discuss."

"Don't talk nonsense, don't block the road." Qiao Mu shouted angrily.

Tian Dao had an old face and looked at Master Qiao Qiao with a blank eye. "Qiao Qiao, how about we discuss? You can go in and you can all go in. But ... are we going to be almost the same?"

Master Qiao Qiao stretched his small face and looked at him blankly.

"Ming people don't tell secret words, you can come straight to the point!"

Heaven Dao dreamed of rushing over now, stepping on Joe Qiaoqiao and violently beating ...

You are a little thing, the old man does not care about you, so you will be so good all the way. The old man opened his eyes and closed his eyes to now, and he must continue to pamper you with blood and tears!

You even asked the old man to open the door and say, "Grandma's ancestor!"

Master Qiaoqiao wiped a small hand, and there appeared one hundred golden canons of the holy gold summons in the void.

Heavenly Way: ...

Heavenly Way: @ _ @

Heavenly way! ! ￥ # @ …… @ #!

"As long as you don't give the sacred palace to refining, you can play whatever you want!" Tiandao reached out a hand and shouted in pain, then immediately waved his hand, and immediately removed the blocking barrier in front of Qiaoqiao.

Qiao Qiao snorted and put away a summon symbol in his hand, then said hummingly, "I wasted my time."

If you have been nagging for so long, will you get through early?

"Dad, Daddy, you can leave Daddy." Little dumplings lay on his father's shoulders, and little fists grabbed his father's long hair and excitedly commanded, "Go, Dad, go!"

Mo Lian stepped angrily up the stairs and said, "A lot of words."

Baby Mo bulged his little cheek gang and muttered his silence.

"What's wrong?" Mo Lian photographed his small body. "It's not happy to say that you have said a lot."

"Small dumplings don't talk much, it's the brother who talks a lot."

Mo Lian sighed and raised his hand to touch his son's small head. "Your brother has his own way to go. Shouldn't the little dumplings bless it?"

Baby Mo has flattened mouth.

Mo Lian reached out and rubbed his son's small head, and whispered, "Everyone's growth path is different. Since you have made a choice, you must go on. Xiaodanzi, are you right?"

Baby Mo's little head pressed hard, "Uh."

The father and son stepped onto the platform and walked to the door of the vast sacred palace.

I saw Lord Qiaoqiao standing in front of the majestic palace of the mountains and sea, like a touch of willow leaves blowing in the wind.

She turned her face, staring blankly at the father and son, and shouted, "Why so ink! Come here."

Mo Lian hurried to her daughter-in-law with her son in a hurry, stooped down to steal a scent on her small face before everyone had come up, "My wife, I want to be a husband."

"My mother wanted a little dump."

Master Qiaoqiao raised his hand and touched his son's head, and then touched his husband's head.

Father and son: ...

"We wait for someone to come in together."

Mo Lian took her little daughter-in-law's small hand, hugged her son in one hand, and walked forward a few steps.

I saw a note hanging at the gate of the palace: "The gate of the palace is 38,880 pounds. With the strength of the crowd, it can be knocked in and knocked in. Otherwise, go!"

(End of this chapter)