The Anarchic Consort

Sun Gonggong found himself wrong, and his uncle's uncleanness was only aimed at Wang Hao.

When they got to them, it was still the same!

"Handle it, don't get blood everywhere." Bai Lijiajue stood outside the palace, rubbed his finger with a white slap, and looked at the people who worshipped on the ground in a faint light: "Don't worry again." Let the temple hear the words of the country and the people."

"Yes Yes……"

The eunuchs who are in charge of the matter are scared.

Going to see the face of the three halls, I saw that he changed his expression in minutes. It was like an arc of laughter and laughter.

They understood the rules and immediately retired.

Helen Weiwei’s mouth is twitching. Is she long ugly?

After they saw her, they all seemed to see ghosts.

She clearly has recovered her face...

"What are these fathers and daughters?" Helen Weiwei asked one of the temples standing next to him.

The Barry Gregory took her over and the tone was not fair: "Probably rushing back to eat."

Helen Weiwei: ... Please, is this lie too obvious?

Bai Lijiaju smiled and kissed Helen Weiwei on the squint, whispering: "I am holding you in, lunch today, you should like it."

"Yeah." Helen Weiwei is a person who knows how to enjoy himself. It was so late yesterday, she is also a little tired now, and there is really nothing to do in the palace.

When she read the novel, she always mentioned all kinds of chaos in the palace, all kinds of wars, all kinds of competitions, and all kinds of troubles.

She also thought about showing the gas field of her overbearing president in a timely manner, and let someone touch it.

Unexpectedly, the palace was too peaceful like the villa she used to live in.

She basically does nothing at all every day.

Just need to enjoy, tossing her martial arts pistols every day, and then swaying Sun Gonggong, watching Xiaoqi jump a hip dance, there is no more comfortable life than this.

Of course... there are always those who don’t have long eyes to get together.

Helen Weiwei looked at the rice paper in his hand, and the thin lips hooked up: "These two people actually want to catch the line of the gods, so let them have some sweetness..."

"Yes." The black man was coveted.

Helen Weiwei waved his hand and let him step back. When he lifted it up, it was just that Baili Jiajue had finished his hand.

The hand of a Highness, I don’t know how many times I want to wash it.

Thanks to his habit, she was able to vacate to do other things.

Otherwise, in addition to eating one day, it is to sleep.

She had to suspect that the purpose of a certain priest to raise her up was whether she planned to kill her as a piglet one day and stew it.

Bai Lijiajue listened to her thoughts and smiled: "You are like this, cooked and eaten, not as good as it is now. Don't think about it all day, eat more."

"..." Why does she always have a feeling of being attacked again?

Helen Weiwei was held in his arms by the Baili Jiajue, and there was no uncomfortableness. Anyway, he was used to it. In the past two days, he took her over and hugged her. The posture was handsome and she was happy.

It was to be fed this kind of thing, and Barry Gregory treated her like a daughter.

This can't be eaten, it should eat less, eat more fruits, and so on.

Often, Helen Weiwei is eating and eating and wants to sleep. He yawns: "Not eating enough..."

The Bailijiajue glared at Helen Weiwei to close his eyes, and his voice was clear: "I want to sleep, I will let them make red bean pie for you."

Helen Weiwei nodded and closed his eyes: "The pie is good, I love to eat..."

Ok! I also love to eat! The little seven emperor stood by the bed of two people and nodded heavily!

The Barry Gregory got up and put his outer shirt on the sleeping Helen Vivi. He looked down at the small one: "What?"

"Three brothers, I also want to eat red bean pie." The little seven princes and tigers are fighting for their own welfare.

The Barry Gregoire is tied with a button, and the voice is slow: "If you don't say anything about you, the pie will not have your share."

"The little black I got in a while ago is gone." The little black in the mouth of the little seven princes is that it is very mighty and domineering, and when he squats, he can level the entire Warcraft of Taibai College.

The Barry Gregory picked him up and put it on the wooden chair: "It hurts, of course, going back."

"I haven't fed the dragon meat yet!" Xiaoqi Huangzi said that he was very reluctant to accept the ending: "I still want to ride it and go hunting in the deep sea!"

The Barry Gregory glanced at him: "I want to grow your two teeth and think about hunting dragons."

The little seven emperor was changing his teeth recently, and he could see the missing position with a smile.

The scene is so good.

The minions looked funny and looked funny.

Can be biased, no one dare to mention!

Really are! No one dares to mention it!

I am afraid that this little tiger, one is not happy, come up and bite them directly!

Don't look at the seven halls in front of the master and the king, soft and soft, very pinch.

but!

Usually he is a small face!

More difficult than the master!

Of course, if you really feel that you are not happy, you can use the food to get him.

Just plainly telling his missing teeth like now...

I don't know if the Seventh Highness can withstand it.

Sun Gonggong looked at his own little master with pity and pity. He couldn't bear it. He came up and said: "Seven of you, do you want to go to the imperial kitchen with the minions to see if the fish you caught this morning is doing well? You are not always Want to eat fish?"

The little seven emperor looked up at the sky with sorrow. After thinking about it for a moment, he said with a blank expression: "Okay, it can only be like this." He beat the third brother!

"Let's go, seven of His Royal Highness." Sun Gonggong extended a hand.

Xiaoqi Huangzi also reached out and took his hand. Then he looked serious and serious: "Sun Gonggong, you said, I have lost this tooth, will it affect my handsomeness? Will it?"

Sun Gonggong looked down at the small incisors who had leaked the wind, and tried to hold back the smile. He coughed twice and said: "It doesn't matter."

"Or you have a vision." Xiaoqi Huangzi heard the answer he wanted to hear, and restored the small appearance of the noble face on weekdays. Wherever he went, no one dared to provoke...

On the other hand, Helen Weiwei was a little restless.

The picture inside the dream is getting clearer and clearer, and the grievance she feels is getting bigger and bigger.

That person really wants to come back.

Yes, not necessarily, she will come back and she will let her out.

If it was before, Helen Weiwei would definitely return this body, but now she also has her nostalgia.

She didn't know if she would meet someone like this again.

Looks indifferent, but pets her into the bones...