Chapter 480: Warm treasure, I am hurting 130

"You tell me clearly, who she is."
The warmth of the tone, and the grievances and anger, but also vaguely mixed with a little fear.
At the moment when the number of warm voices just fell, Qian Qianmo looked at the people in front of him, silent for a moment, and smiled softly.
The number of warmth met, a pair of red eyes, slowly turned a circle of eyeballs, and suddenly there was an unpredictable foreboding.
Because of the smile like Qian Qian, she seems to be a bit familiar.
Just as she was slightly stunned, Qian Qianmo suddenly reached out and took the sword in her hand. She pressed her into her arms and pressed her soft black hair. She smiled and said: "Warm, I am I like you jealous, but every time you find the wrong object, how are you so cute?"
Number warmth: "..."
She grabbed the chest of Qian Qianmo and grabbed it hard, but suddenly she did not dare to speak loudly. She was afraid that she would hear a joke from the soldiers. Her voice was low and she was nervous. "You, you first Make it clear..."
"She is the sister of General Nanxun Beier. This time I came to a vice-president around me." Qian Qianmo's voice was mild and low, and he said, looking at the shooting range and pointing to the warmth." It’s him.

A few warm faces looked at the past in the direction of the thousands of ink, but I saw a Qingjun teenager wearing a robes walking to the woman, frowning and seemed to say something to him.
The number of warmth felt that his face must be very red at the moment, and the voices of the next voice were as detailed as mosquitoes: "That... what did you say to her..."
"She asked me if I would train the young child into a female general in the future. I would like to be a child in that. You haven’t been embarrassed if you didn’t look at the childishness?"
Number warmth: "..."
She used to think that she was a very sensible person, but now she has been jealous twice because of her temperament, and she has misunderstood herself every time, and she has a warm face and a sullen face. Looking up and talking to Qian Mo said: "You can't laugh!"
晟 Thousands of inks on the face: "I don't laugh."
晟 Thousands of inks looked at the number of warmth for him to jealous, although it was the wrong object, but my heart is still very satisfied.
After all, it is not easy for him to eat vinegar for a few times. In particular, it is a lot of warmth and he wants to grieve his own tears. It’s both distressed and funny.
But knowing that the little girl is still thin, she really didn't make fun of her again.
Thousands of inks warmed down the stone platform and came to the shooting range.
At this time, I don’t know which soldier I was, and shouted aloud
Wang Wang妃!
, this shouting, many people followed and shouted.
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Qingzhi saw the mother kissed far away, and was very happy to run to the warm side, holding a few warm legs, looking up at a small face and looking at the number of warm and sweet smile.
Probably trained on the shooting range for too long, the little guy braved a thin little sweat on his nose, steaming a white and tender little face with a blush, watching it better than before, but that is The hair was messed up again, and the little hand was grinded a little dirty because of the arrow. Nothing was said about the warmth. He lowered his face and silently wiped the little face, and wiped the little hand. The voice softly asked the little one: "Children Tired?"