The General’s Little Peasant Wife

The two really want to know how to do it. Who knows that no one is coming up, and the bleak look is like a few leaves falling in front of the two.

"..." Jomo looked at the empty platform without words, and what did he fight?

Shi Song also scratched his head with some embarrassment, which seemed to be a bit stunned.

"..." Xiaojia's people are also speechless. What are they with? For two children, are these people like this?

When the Xiao family thought about what to do, the coffin suddenly jumped to the opposite side of Jomo.

Jomo’s eyes were slightly superficial, but there was no extra expression, but his heart was sneer, and he still had no trouble finding someone. He came to ask him for trouble, um, it’s really, very Not bad.

"Ling."

"Jomore."

After the two introduced their names, the coffin took the lead, and there was a feeling of being strong first and then smashing.

Jomo Moss escaped the attack of the coffin, and soon he knew why the coffin was coming up, which was to test him.

It seems that the two spiritual families just told the coffin, so he thought about trying to find himself.

Looking at the similarities in front of the two people, they completely inherited the looks of the two people. Compared with him, there seems to be some female temperament.

The coffin looked at the child's incomparable move, and the eyes flashed in vain. This is not the person in his memory. His moves, his habits, are not like this. No matter how a person changes, he believes that His behavioral habits will not change, but the person in front of him is really an independent individual.

"Sure enough." The coffin whispered with a voice that only he could hear.

He wants his brother, no matter how bad they say to his brother, although it has been eight years since then, but he still does not believe what they said, do not believe that his brother is dead, his brother is so good, So powerful, how can it be because of this little thing? He didn't believe it, he didn't believe it at all.

Jomomo looked at the coffin with a weird look. His eyes were really strange, disappointing, in love, and some strange. He couldn’t understand his thoughts and flashed in his eyes. That kind of eyes made Jomo a kind of thought. The feeling of wanting to escape.

In the end, because the mind of the coffin is not at all fighting, the nature that wins in the end is that Jomo is stunned, but he is not happy at all, and there is an illusion that he has been let out.

Jomo's brow wrinkled tightly, hoping to beat him.

With a sigh of relief, Jomo Mou looked down at the coffin, his face was very ugly, but on that delicate face, not only did people not feel scared, but many people thought he was too cute.

At this time, a woman with some exposed appearance jumped to the top of the ring and looked at Jomo Mo with a very picky look: "Although it is a little smaller, it looks good."

Jomo Mou looked at the woman in front of her, the pungent smell of fat on her body, which made Jomo's brows disgusted, even reaching for his nose and mouth.

"When you put so many dirty things on your body, do you think you are beautiful?" Jomo looked at the woman and said coldly.

Men who have never met a woman will only praise themselves beautifully, and no one has ever said that they are long and ugly.

"you wanna die."

Jomo Mou is now being swayed by the spirits, and there is a woman who does not know how to live and die. Of course, he will not be merciful.

Ning Mengyao looked at Joe Moo on the stage and then turned to look at Qiao Tianchang: "Was the woman in Tianchang who is watching our son?"

"Hey, that woman is not a good person." Zhao Mingxiang's voice rang in the ears of Ning Mengyao and his wife.

Ning Mengyao turned to look at Zhao Mingxiang who didn't know when he came to them: "Ming Xiang, are you coming over? Who is this woman?"

"This woman is also very famous here. No one knows her name. Everyone calls her enchantress. She especially likes long, good-looking children, especially around ten years old."