Chapter 1568: Maid and young master

The first thousand five hundred and sixty-eight chapters of the maid and the young master
The moon was suddenly speechless. In this case, she didn't want to talk to Su, otherwise it was really no life.
"I don't know if Xiao Jing is pregnant, but unfortunately, I can't leave now, or I should call her together." Su Shi has some pity.
After all, such a fortune, it is a pity to miss it.
"Hey, with the guy's quasi-head, it is estimated that it is unlikely that you will not be pregnant, but since it is his child, if you want to come from a good life, you don't have to worry."
In this way, Su Shi also relieved, and began to absorb the power of Qin Yi's awakening wholeheartedly.
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A remote mountainous area in Zhongzhou, these places are mortal countries, and there is no life of the military, and it is extremely remote.
At the moment, outside a beautiful mountain village, the mountains are picturesque and full of strange mulberry flowers.
Originally, there were not so many mulberry flowers here, but in the past ten years, people have been farming here, and this mountain is full of fields.
At this moment, it is the time of the blossoming season, at first glance, the strange mulberry flowers in the mountains and mountains, such as to the wonderland.
In the middle of this piece of mulberry sea, there is a grass house on a hillside.
In front of the grass house, it is a lonely grave.
It is said that it is a lonely grave, but with this grass house, it seems that it does not seem lonely.
The tomb is very clean. Obviously, people often clean it. On the tombstone, several places have become smooth, and I am afraid that people often rely on it.
"Oh!"
With a bang, the wooden door of the huts was pushed open and a man came out from the inside.
He went to the tomb and wiped the dust on the tombstone, so gentle, like a woman who loved her.
"Do you know that I suddenly had a feeling, it was very strange and very familiar."
"Maybe, I still have some use... but ah, I don't want to leave you..." The man whispered, sitting down next to the grave, leaning against the tombstone.
"Without your praise, the most glory, what is the meaning." The man lowered his head and whispered in a whisper.
At the horizon, the sun is sinking and the night falls.
This flower blooms, without lights, and naturally belongs to the darkness.
In the darkness, it is faintly visible. There is a flame swaying, and it is so faint, like a candle, but it is burning!
At this moment, some established things, it seems, will also be broken.
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The smallpox blooms completely, the petals are scattered, and countless radiances are scattered. Between the heavens and the earth, there are even more distant visions, and even hymns are being heard.
Under the gaze of the Tianyuan Mozu, poetry poetry, waking up from the flower, she is all exuding the divine glow, the skin is crystal clear, like a jade!
She has become more beautiful, and it has become more powerful.
"Poetry." Qin Qi screamed, volleyed to the sky.
The rest of the Mozu, are half-squatting in the ground, doing a big gift, to welcome the return of smallpox.
On the beautiful face of poetry, the long eyelashes flicked a few times.
She heard someone calling her.
She is the most dependent, most trusted, most liked, most important young master!
She couldn't wait to open her eyes, the look of the eyes, the mysterious lines, as if a three-petal flower was slowly turning.
That is the power of the road to the truth, the mysterious power!
"Young Master!"
The poems screamed with joy, and she opened her eyes, and the first thing I saw was the most favorite young master!
Is there anything happier than this?
The poem is like the little maid, the little girl who has not grown up. She does not have the conscious consciousness of the smallpox, and she does not have the shame of the girl. She flutters to Qin Qi Huaizhong.
After all, her relationship with Qin Qi is so simple, perhaps not the same as Fu Cai Xuan, but it is no less than their deep.
That is the only dependence on each other in the days when both of them have nothing.
First, family!
"Little girl, are you full of sleep?" Qin Qi holds poetry and poetry, and the girl's fresh appearance makes him feel happy from the heart.
In his eyes, this is never a small flower god.
This is just his little maid, his family.
The saints are not tolerant, have not gone through sacred rituals, and should not have any close contact with any opposite sex.
However, at this moment, no one dares to say anything. The moon is so low that he simply bows his head and does not see it.
After all, today's Tianyuan is the two people in front of you, who dares to say a word?
Qin Qi and poetry, obviously did not pay attention to the meaning of these guys, no scruples, cuddling, greasy, is a couple, afraid that there is no such relatives.
"Right, I heard that the young master had an accident at Huangquan. I want to save you, but suddenly I fell asleep. Master, are you okay now?"
"I blame me, I have not done it well, I can't protect the young master!" The poem is worried and apologized.
Looking at the girl's self-blame, Qin Qi couldn't help but lick the hair of the poems and poems, shaking his head: "The little girl is stupid, it should be that the young master is wrong, the young master should protect you."
"No, I am different now, I can protect the young master!" The poetry is stubborn.
Xiao Nizi can listen to Qin Qi, but one thing, as long as it involves the safety of Qin Qi, then she must help, who advises are useless.
"Yes, yes, the young masters are protected by poetry, will you do it?" Qin Qi laughed and looked at poetry.
"Well, the young master talks and counts!" The poetry nodded with satisfaction.
They also expressed the joy of reunion, and the two fell from the sacred tree, and as the two fell, a mountain of tsunami-like majesty hit the soul of every demon.
The smallpox is really completely liberated. At this moment, the realm of the realm is not top notch, but that kind of power makes the Mozu unable to compete!
William had wanted to get the power of poetry, but at this moment, he probably did not underestimate the power of poetry after liberation.
Not to mention how strong the combat power is, but it is impossible to seize power without the poetry and poetry!
Of course, these things are no longer necessary to think about it. After all, even Zeus’s surname has ceased to exist.
The virgins came, and the strong men of all races were respectful and fully demonstrated their respect for poetry.
The poems are only slightly decapitated, and they have a style dominated by the heavens.
She is now just a little girl in front of Qin Qi. In Tianyuan, she is already the supreme queen, and has a matching momentum!
All kinds of courtesy did not say that when it was Katherine’s turn, the poems and brows suddenly wrinkled.
"What's wrong?" Qin Qi stunned, it was Catherine's brain that was not so good, and could not help but panic.
The poetry of the present is infinitely majestic, and Catherine is not an opponent.
"Young master, why didn't she go round with you?"
Qin Qi almost spurted out a blood.