Transforming Into A Slender Junior Sister, Stretching And Molding Inside

"Dong Dong Dong-" "Xiao Yu'er?" "Dong Dong Dong-" "

Xiao Yu'er?" "Dong Dong Dong-" "Xiao Yu'er

?"

The rooster crowed twice, early in the morning, as soon as the sky was bright, such a persistent call sounded somewhere in the side hall.

In the courtyard, Mu Jingtai burned incense and made tea, and on the table was the breakfast carefully prepared by the chef of the inner door with fairy fruit herbs, he carefully divided them into three portions, did not move a mouthful, and waited for the two disciples to sit down before enjoying them together.

It's really good, seeing the two future members of the sect working so hard, this day suddenly has hope!

I used to only think about how to keep the one acre and three points of land on this ancestor every day, but now I suddenly have a feeling that I want to break my wrist with Shushan?

Mu Jingtai listened to the sound of one of the two people dutifully calling the other to get up, and his heart was full of joy.

They have such a good relationship...

The man is smart and honest, drawing inferences from one another, and the woman's knowledge -

a crisp, lazy, irritable, and penetrating voice came out of that bedroom:

"I beep you beep, call the soul, you beep beep endlessly, beep beep! Also, don't call me any Xiaoyu'er, call Lao Tzu's name and name, do you understand, if you can't call Baba, you will shout all the words in Lao Tzu's name!"

Mu Jingtai, who was thinking about it, squirted out the tea in one gulp.

Then came Wen Dongyang's steady and calm voice: "Xiao Yu'er has eaten."

"Beep you beep you can't understand people, right, you just let me die, let me go!"

"It's not so cold in the secret realm today, so you don't have to wear too much." Remember to wash your face and comb your hair

?" "Don't your head be a prosthetic leg, isn't it a slurry that flows out? What time is it, it's like calling a soul?"

"The plan of the day lies in the morning, and now is a good time to feel vigorous." Besides, the lord of the city is still waiting for you to eat.

Mu Jingtai listened to the conversation between the two of them at the door, thinking about what kind of word should be used to describe this female disciple.

It's definitely not good to be knowledgeable... Anyway, it's beautiful, it's beautiful, well.

Another slamming door was heard, and two young men walked one after the other.

It's okay, at least it's sensible.

The city lord stroked his beard and nodded slightly.

I heard Wen Dongyang urging in a low voice: "Go quickly, or the food will be cold."

Then the girl responded angrily: "Slow down, you can find rocket artillery." Also, don't call me Xiao Yu'er. "

It is understandable why the girl is scolding.

But any normal man, because of the problem of blood collapse and abdominal pain, wakes up and finds that there is more blood on the sheets because of the unrestrained sleeping position, and he will not be in a good mood. If you are shouted by another man at this time, it sounds like an extremely delicate nickname, or shout when you are dreaming, and everyone has to scold your mother.

However, Wen Dongyang was indifferent and calm, and he was not worried at all that he might have annoyed the girl: "I think this title is very good, I will call you that in the future." He

knew that this girl's temper came and went quickly, and she definitely wouldn't be angry because of this little thing.

At most, every time I call her in the future, there will be a bit of a quarrel - but that's just a little more fun, how nice.

Now the elders in the vast city call her a shadow book, and she must not be like them, she must be a little different.

Sure enough, Yu Yingshu sighed: "Alas, I shouldn't have borrowed that book from you." It

was a traditional martial arts novel, which she had borrowed from her inner brother to turn two pages when she had nothing to do and relax.

However, on the first day of staying in the side hall, seeing the public's face is cultivation in addition to cultivation, thinking that it can also make him more knowledgeable, so he lent him the two books he had read.

As a result, I had this title that day.

With an indelible tiredness,

the girl sat down with Wen Dongyang, clasped her hands together and arched to Mu Jingtai casually: "Good morning, city lord."

"There's no need to be polite to me, as long as you don't let Elder Feng see it!" Mu

Jingtai made a light-hearted little joke, blinked, looked at the girl who was a little more energetic and said, "Go wash your face after eating, you are sick these days, rest more, and don't need to cultivate too hard."

"Eh, is Xiao Yu'er sick?" Wen Dongyang raised his hand and touched the girl's forehead.

Normal women encounter this situation, either shy, or dodge, and the most serious is to slap the incoming hand away.

But Yu Yingshu's approach opened Mu Jingtai's eyes.

She directly punched Wen Dongyang in the face and hit it.

Looking at the wind pressure on that fist, if it weren't for Wen Dongyang's fast dodge, he would have appeared five meters away by now.

"Grunt,

" Wen Dongyang swallowed his saliva, looked at the girl with squinted eyes and two good-looking eyebrows also erected into a sword-shaped, and asked in a low voice, "That, what's wrong with you?"

"

It's okay, I'll just drink more hot water." Yu Yingshu waved his hand, his face still unkind.

Mu Jingtai couldn't hold back: "Cough, eat, eat, eat first." As

he spoke, he glared at Wen Dongyang: I don't understand this, how will I chase girls in the future?