The Demonic King Chases His Wife: The Rebellious Good-for-Nothing Miss

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Such a large group of people suddenly stopped in the lobby, still caused a lot of attention!

Everyone looked at the eyes of Mo Shao, and in this eyes, they suddenly looked at them with enthusiasm.

"A beautiful girl!"

There is a stunning color in the eyes of a purple-haired boy next to Mo Shao!

The people around him have nodded, too beautiful!

They are also very knowledgeable, but after so many years, I have seen such a beautiful girl for the first time!

The shopkeeper quickly greeted: "Mu Da Shao, please inside, please come inside."

If it was in the past, Modou would definitely go in, but now his footsteps are still in place.

The purple-haired boy around the ink big and small, named Ziyuan.

The arrogant eyes of Ziyuan went to the table on the side!

The meaning of the fundus is already very obvious.

It’s a four-person table. At least ten people on the side of Mo Dao, how can you sit down?

Originally sitting on this table is a family of three, was intimidated by the eyes of Ziyuan, the family quickly stood up and ran out.

What is unclear about the shopkeeper? Suddenly smiled, and ordered the store to move over to clean up.

From the beginning to the end, the eyes of Mo Da Shao have been stuck on the Su Luo, staring at me for a moment!

The table was quickly cleaned up, because there were so many people, so the table next door was also scared away.

The three tables are combined into a long table.

The table has been cleaned up, and even the chairs have been wiped clean and bright.

Mo Dao calmly sat in the position, he chose the position, the front is facing the Soviet Union, so I stared at it for a moment!

Who else around him, who else doesn't understand?

This is the fall of the Soviet Union.

"Boss, this girl..." A young boy with a sharp-nosed monkey next to Mo Dashao was about to speak, but was interrupted by the Ziyuan.

The large tables of the ink and the big are all sitting.

The diners around, at a glance, know that this is a land of right and wrong, so all the birds and beasts are scattered.

Soon, there were only two tables left in the entire lobby.

There is a table in the ink and a table, and there is a table on the side of the Soviet Union.

Su Luo came to the restaurant to dine, in order to find out some news, but by the big and the small, the people all ran away.

Suddenly, the face of the Soviet Union is not very good.

A few of Beichen’s eyes have been staring at the Soviet Union. The face suddenly became very bad, especially Beichen. He took a look at the table and stood up.

Inkling quickly called him: "Wait!"

Then the spirit lowered the voice and said: "This man is the son of Mo Gong, the owner of the city, the son of the city of Mocheng, has always been very proud. He himself is the big brother among a group of people, and he is never allowed to marry him."

The son of the Lord of Mexico? Beichen sneered: "His meaning is already obvious enough."

Su Luo smiled a little: "Bei Chen, and slow."

Everyone is looking at the Soviet Union.

Su Luo: "I usually can't find such a personal thing. Now people are coming to see me, why don't you see it?"

And just at this time -

"Ink is too big, can you serve now?" The shopkeeper looked at Mo Dao, and his face was full of fear.

This ink is not famous for being difficult to serve.

Inklessly nodded.

Soon, the shopkeeper put a dish full of tables.

A dazzling array of people, making people move their fingers.

but--

Just when the White Master wanted to stretch the chopsticks, the ink was too cold.