Chapter 1940: 3.386 for my lotus

1940 Chapter 3.386
Out of his room, Qiaomu happened to meet with Prince Mo.
"Here you!" Qiao Mu shoved the charm in his hand into Mo Lian's hand, paralyzed with a small expression, "Give me my lotus!"
Mo Lian lowered her head and pinched the placeholder in her hand. When she saw the corpse nucleus full of crystal cores and various materials of the refining machine inside, she could not help but hug the little one into her arms.
His little things always remember him.
The corpse nucleus collected was not for personal use at all, but was collected for him.
Standing on the side, a knife like a thousand candles, Wuji, skeptical, "I used to have more than a dozen wives, and they turned around me every day. Send me this and please me!"
Sitting at a small stone table and drinking tea, the little Tai Sui heard the words and sneered, "What now?"
"Huh!" Dao Wou-ki snorted. "You can rest assured that in my appearance and appearance, find her ten or eight daughters-in-law, that's absolutely unnecessary!"
"Hehe." The young lady sniffled, "You people like you, it's useless to marry your daughter-in-law. No matter what, your daughter-in-law sees you peeing! Left! "
"What are you talking about?" Dao Wou-ki stared with a beard. "What kind of urine do I have, how can I run without a daughter-in-law?"
Between the two of them arguing, Girl Qiao turned her head and stared at the sword prodigal, "Shut up! You say that to the king! Hey!"
The young lady laughed and gave the sword a prodigal glance, "Haven't heard! Then the king, hey!"
"Well, you two don't quarrel anymore. Come, Shao Wou-ki, let's have a cup of tea and quench the fire." Wu Chen sat at the stone table and shoved Shao Wou-ki a cup of tea. Wrong. What's the use of marrying so many daughters-in-law, it might as well be better to find a daughter-in-law, which is good, not better. "
"You people who have never had a wife, what do you know!" Dao Wuji hummedly picked up the tea cup and drank it, "Daughter is also part of the strength of a man! Do you know? Like him!"
Dao Wuji secretly pointed to Prince Mo's direction, "My boss is a talented man who should have been a savvy figure. It's okay to hold him left and right. Well, now ..."
"How are you now?" A faint voice fell into the blade of the sword.
Dao Wou-ki didn't know what to do, and he uttered with his back to the young couple, "Now! It's just a little poor wife who is very strict! It's too shameful for our man to lose face! Ah, ah! Oh! Ah!"
Before he could finish a sentence, he was kicked severely from behind, and he slammed on the stone table in front of Chen Chen.
Girl Qiao said nothing at all, and the knife was a violent meal.
Taohuaxian Zun handed feather duster, "Use this and this, Qiaoqiao, don't hurt your hands!"
Prince Mo shook his head helplessly, "I asked for it."
Little Tai Sui coughed, picked up the teapot and cup, flashed to the side, poured himself a cup of tea, and sipped, "As it is said, the evil of the sky can live, but the evil of the sky cannot live!"
"Ah, oh! Stop fighting, hey, I'll fight back!"
"You still!" Prince Mo's voice threatened coolly beside him, and Sword Promise disappeared suddenly, holding his head scurrying around, shouting pitifully.
(End of this chapter)