Chapter 134: parrot

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The illusion turned into a deadly expression, and the little white hand that she did not bleed was past, and as a result, she was slap in the palm of her hand!
Jimo is no longer talking nonsense with her, directly catching her finger that is bleeding outside.
The illusion of the body was taken to the front, and almost fell on his thigh, that is, Moya had precautions, a chair was separated between them, and the illusion was on the chair, near the ink In a few feet...
A pair of were also squeezed on the chair, which was particularly eye-catching.
Jimo only glanced at it, and the eyelids moved away, hiding the inexplicable heat of the eye.
Take a jade porcelain vial from the waist and play it with a bottle of creamy soft mud, gently smudge the fascinating face to the injured little place.
"Hemostatic cream."
After the magical face was caught by him, he was always in a petrochemical state.
God of heaven!
Even the drooping cloud royal family has to wait for the male goddess of the guest to condescend to drop the expensive, personally give her medicine?
And so close to the male god, she can smell a scent of the male god, straight into her nose.
How do you describe that fragrance?
It is the smell of the index finger, especially want to eat, the whole body of the mites have to start feeling...
The slobber of the fascinating face is about to flow out, and the ghost makes the difference of the gods. "The son of the son, you are so sweet."
Jimo's eyes are cold.
Let go of her fingers, and the chair that was smashed pushed away.
The sound is cold and indifferent. "Well, you have been working hard today, you can go down and rest first."
The illusion was so tight that he hugged the back of the chair and was not taken out.
The feeling of flying out of the chair is like the feeling of riding a roller coaster! Fortunately, I finally landed safely.
Scared the illusion of a cold sweat.
Hello, what exactly is this going to be? Isn't it a boast that you have a scent? Just give her a Need for Speed!
The image of a good son in front of an outsider is actually a moody big devil.
As soon as he left the side of Jimo, the scent of the index finger was gone.
The illusion can not be withdrawn like this, her feelings of goodness have not been brushed, and now she has dropped points, she still wants to remedy!
Covering his face, "not hard, can serve the Jimo son, the little girl is not hard at all, the little girl continues to wait for the son to finish the meal..."
That is, the eye of the ink eye is light and oblique, from the perspective of the illusion, it is the tempo of the whole universe!
"Take this crab and the fish down, all the shells and picks up and pick them up."
The illusion suddenly jumped out of the chair. "Hey, my fingers seem to be bleeding again. I will go down and rest first, keep my body, and then I will serve you better." Let's go to rest first. You can use it slowly! Slowly use it..."
Said, like the same gust of wind, they quit the kitchen yard, no one was seen.
Jimo looked at her back and went to the corner of his lips without a look of laughter.
A movement between the fingers, a small red blood beads rolling.
It’s the one that has just flowed out of the illusion.
Jimo Yadao, "Ink."
Invisible in the dark, the four silently appeared, "less master."
"This blood drop is taken to the Holy Court for me." Momo looked at the blood of this bright and dripping blood.
Ink four times, "Less Lord, are you not wearing a mirror? No response?"