The Two-Faced Venerate Emperor

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"I... I saw it from an ancient book." Ai Dao.

Jimo does not speak, the dawn of the stars, glances in the illusion of the face...

The phantom screamed and cried, and bent over and hugged the thigh of Jimo. "I don't really lie to you, I am an instinct! You also know that I have no contact with Jiuli, nor do you know the big demon. You Be sure to believe me, don't push the face out of the China Pavilion, the mysterious old man will kill me! Right, can I take my Auntie and my brother to the New Year Hall, it is safer, in case the mystery The old man angered me and wanted to kill my family. What should I do..."

Jimo’s smashing, no opening, this little girl began to play.

Knowing this behavior, he can no longer condone. The more he indulges this gimmick, the more he will lick his nose, but the thighs have a delicate tempering feeling on her chest, which makes him stiff for a moment.

"Get up, talk well."

The illusion of sadness and tragic crying, "Junzi Ya, I know that you are angry with me, all day long, it is a curse, repair is low, temper is bad, acting is not measured, all day is holding you The flag of the fox, Huwei, is particularly irritating. You want to take this opportunity to fire my diners. I also understand..."

Some of the inks can't be collapsed, and the expression can't help but relax.

The illusion smeared a nose, and squatted on the trouser leg of Jimo, and continued. "But, the son of the son, the face of the public has done so many kinds of delicious, no credit and hard work, you Can't be so worried! Say I fired me when I fired..."

The face of Moya is green, and he strongly suppresses the impulse to kick the illusion to the Chinese Pavilion.

The illusion is still lingering. "And, after a long time, the son of the public will surely leave the empire of the dynasty, and the son of the dynasty will not leave it to me. I will even take it out later." There are no things, and I can’t rely on the son’s future. Now that Gongzi’s is in the Imperial Capital, how can I let me rely on the last few days, are you saying?”

Jimo...

If you dare to let him write, he is ready to take it out and play it. Didn’t he say that he really admired his words?

"Before you are a fat man, you don't want to give up. You have kicked a few feet and made up our main employer. How can a person start and end? You have to drive me away, at least catch the mysterious old man. Now, take the rope and drive me away... oh..."

Jimo has given up the question of why the illusion of the fascinating face went to the Nine Emperor's House. A net technique, the tears and snots of the sorrowful eyes on his trouser legs are cleaned up, and then the illusion is lifted up. , thrown aside at the side.

"When did the son say you want to leave you?"

"Don't catch up? That's great! I will know that Gongzi Ya is the best person in the world! It's better. I took my Auntie and my brother to the Chinese Pavilion for a while, waiting for the public to take the bad guys." After we have finished, let's go back. If you don't have to leave the yard to give them, just stay with me in a yard."

"This son is not a shelter here." That is, Moya stopped her from a distance of one meter when she climbed over.

"No, my mother will embroider, can make a hat for the son of the son to make a hat, but also a half of the staff. My brother can water the flower pot, sweeping the ground, but also half of the staff, not white." The illusion is cheeky and shameless.