Chapter 1563: Underworld, Flower 39

Su Yan also let him hold it.
Lower your head and ask
"That person seems to know the underworld."
Junyu's eyelids moved
"Little boy wants to help me."
He spoke.
Su Yan nodded
"Okay, how can I help?"
"To kill him, but not to kill him."
Su Yan listened and blinked.
Junyu looked up,
"Leave him a breath."
Su Yanwen
"If I kill him, will you die too?"
Junyu smiled
"Perhaps."
She stretched out her hand, took his arm, and pressed his pulse.
Junyu raised his brows
"How come I don't know that Xiaoguai will get her pulse?"
Su Yan looked at him
"Vity and weakness, a sign of serious injury."
After the eight characters fell, Junyu didn't say a word, but just kept holding Su Yan.
The eyes are drooping.
Su Yan pursed his lips, and said nothing in the end.
How bad was his demon soul hurt?
It was actually impossible to kill even a mere looter.
After listening to Junyu's words, Xiaohua couldn't help sighing.
Tsk tusk tusk, what is the sense of sight of this little wife looking for an overbearing president as a backer?
Not only can this little wife be able to do it, she is also quite tricky when she asks for it, and she is also very confident.
Su Yan looked up, it was almost noon.
Before Sang Ming returned to his body, Junyu went back to the house and went to sleep again.
On the other side, Hua Rou is about to make the meal.
And Su Gu and Xiao Hong found them.
Xiao Hong's milky voice, milky gas shouted there across the fence
"Smoke and smoke!! Smoke and smoke!!!"
As soon as Su Yan looked up, she saw Xiao Hong wearing something that didn't know whether it was a bed sheet or an outer shirt.
Waving his little hand to greet Su Yan.
Su Gu stood beside Xiao Hong without speaking.
Su Yan looked at the two.
I didn't notice it before.
Now look carefully.
It seems that Su Gu has grown taller.
It used to be about 13 years old.
Look at it now, at least sixteen years old.
And there are some changes on the face.
The lines are more obvious, with the youthful vigor coming from the face.
Uh, okay, there is no vitality, just looking at the road of no return to the high cold male god.
Look at Xiao Hong again.
There are also changes.
It seems that the face is plump and tender.
Is this too much?
How do you feel that only one face is fat?
At this time, Xiao Hong opened the fence and wandered in as if entering his own home.
Fortunately, the long gown is relatively long, covering its tail.
Except for the strange walking posture, everything else looks pretty good.
At this time, the soft voice of painting in the kitchen came
"dinner's ready."
Xiao Hong's eyes lit up when she heard it
"Good, good, eat!"
It raised its hand high to express its happiness.
As soon as he lifted it up, he was pressed down by Su Gu.
"I remember you just finished eating a roast rabbit when you came."
Xiao Hong lowered her head and touched her belly.
Swollen.
Xiaohong murmured softly
"It's still edible."
Ever since, the meal was finally divided into two tables.
One table is Su Yan, Xiao Hong, and Su Gu.
Eat in the yard.
One table is Huarouhuaqianer and the man eating in the house.
This division is arranged softly.
With what happened last night, Hua Qian'er and the man don't think about anything now, and they want these people to leave here as soon as possible after dinner.
Don't disturb them to live a clean life.
As for Sang Ming.
After waking up, he left here.
I don't know where it went.
Xiaohong smelled the delicious food.
Sitting there, staring straight.