Chapter 1939: Garland storm

Mensa Luo didn't know whether to wear it well or not-
Emperor Yu opened her eyes wide and looked at her in amazement: "Don't Saro like it?"
Hua Qianye also smiled slightly: "Sara, put it on, let me see the effect."
At this time, although Mensaro was unwilling, he could only clasp it on his head, not to mention that the eyebrow of Emperor Yuyu was very good. This corolla was not small and small, and it was just right.
Spend thousands of nights to look at Mensaro's eyes up and down: "That's good! The one weaved by Xiao Yan is very suitable for you, and it also suits your costume."
Emperor Yu is proud of himself: "Of course, my craft is not covered, it is much stronger than your weaving. The top on my head looks bigger, and I will weave it again ..."
She reached out and wanted to pick it off and knit it by herself, but spent a thousand nights and held her hand again, ruthlessly, "This is a gift I gave you. Don't you dare to try it!"
Emperor Yu Yu disdain a bit: "A wreath is also a gift? No sincerity!"
Hua Qianye almost wanted to knock on her again: "Stupid! I made this wreath by myself, the only one in the sky and underground, how many people want to grab it and not grab it! Little girl doesn't know what to do!"
"Wang Po sells melon, hum." Emperor Yuyu snatched him a sentence, but he no longer picked it.
With a garland on his head, Mensaro seemed to have overturned the five-flavored bottle in his heart, not knowing what it was like.
I think this wreath on top of my head is like a hot potato, neither throw it nor stay ...
She grinds her teeth secretly, and suddenly she thinks of something, and sighs softly: "Oh, look at what I actually forgot. My elder brother got a poison and was in need of this scarlet rouge drunk for antidote. By the way, I wanted to ask you for this thing ... I just forgot about this busyness, and now I remember it, I don't know if there is such a flower? Can Qianye give me some flowers?
Hua Qianye twisted her eyebrows slightly. There were only a few of these scarlet red rouge drunk. He had just woven a wreath for Emperor Fei, and just picked it all, leaving no one ...
"Do you really want to use this flower?"
"Of course! Qian Ye, my brother is still waiting for this thing to help ... I promised him to bring him back this time ..." Mensa Luo's eyes were sincere.
lie! She was clearly jealous of this corolla! So come up with such a way to ask!
Emperor Yu's face remained calm, but she secretly clenched her fist. She had to see what to do with Qian Qian Ye.
Hua Qianye sighed, "I don't know how many flowers my brother needs?"
"Eight flowers, no less."
Hua Qianye glanced at the head of Emperor Yu's head. The wreath was woven with sixteen scarlet rouge drunk. If eight flowers were removed, this wreath could only be dismantled ...
Emperor Yuyu stared at him with a pair of eyes open, and spent a thousand nights warmly and said, "Xiao, what kind of flower do you like?"
Emperor Yu: "..."
She didn't really like everything.
Hua Qianye's eyes turned around in the garden again, his figure suddenly jumped, and in a red flower garden, when he came back, he already had eight flowers like hollow peonies.
This flower has a light fragrance, red as a flame, and a flower shape that is even more beautiful than this vermilion rouge: "Xiao Xun, this is a buddha flower. Do you like it? I'll give you a new wreath.
Emperor Yu: "..." She glanced at Mensaro, with a smile on her lips and looking at her ...
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In the past few days, the earthquake in the Internet world has made Mumu too busy. So it's late today.