Chapter 1592: Fanwai Small Theater: Who is the winner

"Little fox, you have the courage to wow, even I dare to attack-well, what lesson is there for you to cook? Eat or stew you? Why choose one?" The man in white chuckled, then The leisurely look is more like a fox who stole a chicken. Carrying her slowly towards the fire ...
He didn't believe that at this time, the little fox had not changed his adult form to beg for mercy.
Alas, if he is a peerless beauty, he can consider forgiving her once ...
The little fox in her hand finally showed a look of fear in her black eyes, and there was a faint white light flashing on her body. She finally turned into a human form as the man wished--
The man in white could see her look clearly, an expression that was struck by thunder. She shook her hand and almost threw her to the ground!
In his arms was not a big beauty, but a pink-carved and jade-looking baby who looked under the age! Holding in her hand a pink and tender calf, which looks like a white jade festival, makes people want to take a bite.
She had large, bright, black eyes looking at him with a complaint, and her pinky mouth slipped. Suddenly a bad feeling rose in the heart of a man in white ...
"Wow!" A clear, crisp baby cried through the sky!
柒 柒 Finally brought out her killer 锏, her calf kicked wildly, crying with pear blossoms and rain, tears flying into pouring rain
Man in white: "..."
The blue veins on his forehead jumped, he never coaxed the child, and he cried, and he was helpless.
It scared the little fox that he was good at it, but it was unprecedented to deal with children. He paused, dug out his poisoned ears, and threatened fiercely: "Don't cry! I will cry again ... I'll bake you!"
Bian: "Wow ..." She closed her eyes and cried louder, her calf kicking even harder.
The man in white rubbed his eyebrows, he said fiercely, but he couldn't really roast such a beautiful little doll—
Generally, the fox has six tails, at least five hundred years of practice, and the adult body should also look like an adult, but I didn't expect that the one in front of me was actually a milk doll--
The man in white was extremely bored. He had wanted to take a look at the beauty, but he did not expect to cause such a big trouble.
Xiaoyin's crying sound passed through his brain. He felt that his head had been noisy, and he threatened a few words with a stretched face. The helpless little guy didn't listen at all. One by one rolled down on her little apple-like face, making his heart inexplicable.
She patted her casually: "Okay, okay, don't cry ... beautiful--" the voice softened.
Xiaoyan's cry was a little bit smaller, but she was still twitching. A pair of big obsidian eyes seemed to be immersed in water, and tears rolled around—
This kind of pumping is even more disturbing. The man in white sighed, turned his palm, and appeared the golden roasted chicken, shaking it in front of Xiaoxiong: "Little crybaby, if you do n’t cry, this roast chicken belongs to you It's ... "
He just fell to the ground, and the little guy who had been crying in his arms flashed white light all over his body, turned into a little fox again, and flung forward sharply, then snatched the roast chicken with his front paws. Squatting on a large rock, holding it with her front paws, ate it with joy.
Man in white: "..." He twitched at the corner of his mouth.
This-this little guy's tears are gathering faster!
The original pear flower with rain turned into a frown, and a tear could not be found!
The man in white suddenly had an illusion, an illusion of losing to this little fox ...