The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Ning Mengyao raised his eyebrows and looked at Qiao Mofeng: "Is it a blessing to you?"

"No, I just think that the purpose of your mother is to make you better lazy?" Jomo Feng said bluntly.

Ning Mengyao’s face is dark: “Don’t you know if you are kid, would you be very angry if you say this?”

Jomo Maple shook his head decisively: "I don't know."

Tea tea looked at his husband silently, but it was not here, or he must be smashed.

"Well, hurry to help people to see, what are you doing?" Ning Mengyao is very dissatisfied to drive away people.

Jomo's face with a faint smile, looking at Ning Mengyao's eyes with helplessness, his mother.

Sometimes it is so childish, of course, this can't be said in front of her face.

"Mo, come help me." Tea tea opened the person to the past, not let him continue to talk to Ning Mengyao, then say this, when it will be what it looks like, they really are not at all know.

Jomo Maple walked away to help take off the wind-eroded clothes, and the tea came with a silver needle to start the wind-corrosion.

Xiao Yu looked for such a long needle and slowly entered the body of the wind erosion. Finally, there was only a little left, and the expression on his face was very stiff.

"This... there won't be anything?" So a long silver needle was inserted.

"Reassure, the tea is very good. She never does things that are not sure. Although it looks scary, there is no problem." Ning Mengyao sighed Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu nodded and looked at the movement of tea and tea. His eyes were stunned and he was afraid that he would blink his eyes.

Xiao Yu looked at them like this, with a faint smile on his face: "In fact, as long as people can live, it is already very good."

"You really have no pursuit at all." Ning Mengyao scorned.

Xiao Yu looked for a chuckle: "My pursuit is to live with the wind erosion, and my hunting cloud ride."

His request is really not high, as long as the people around him can live after this event, this is enough.

Ning Mengyao looked at Xiao Yu and looked for it. Suddenly, there was something in her heart that was not tasted. It was not as big as Feng Er, and it was such an old age that people were really uncomfortable.

"Don't worry, you don't have to worry if you have a sigh of relief." Ning Mengyao said with a smile: "The hunting clouds in your hands are all good. It is a pity if it is wasted. I can't bear to let them die." It is."

The cloud is so helpless, this person is obviously worried about them, care about them, but why do you say that, then people want to curse people?

"Auntie, you care about us to say it directly, you don't have to." Xiao Yu looked for Ning Mengyao to say it seriously.

Ning Mengyao’s face is not embarrassed, just laughing and thinking about him: “Do you have any opinions?”

"I don't have any opinions, just want to ask my aunt, don't you feel very awkward?"

"I don't think, if you are good, you don't want so much nonsense. If you have something, go quickly. There is us here." Ning Mengyao waved impatiently.

Xiao Yu looked at the people on the side, and the expression on his face changed: "I will wait until you leave and go back."

Ning Mengyao reached out and touched his chin: "Are you worried about us, or are you worried about wind erosion?"