Chapter 513: Warm treasure, I am hurting 163

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A set of sword dance, Su Xiaogong's hand takes the sword to the back, the body stands straight, the sword is slightly picking, looking at the childlike in the flower cluster, the childlike put on the embroidered jellyfish satin The neon little red dress, the skirt is the kind of fluffy lantern cover with a small body, the hair bun is very delicate and beautiful, and the black hair is woven into a twist. It is very beautiful all the way to the auricle. On both sides of the shoulders, there are two vivid butterfly clips with fringed water drops on the hair ends. A beautiful little girl who has been carved with jade, after being dressed up, is even more beautiful. It is.
Su Xiaogong looked at Xiaoqing for a while and then remembered to ask her: "Is it beautiful?"
Qing Qiao nodded, thought about it and also took two small hands to shoot him, his eyes bright, it seems to be the first time to see other people except the 舞 dance sword.
Su Xiaogongzi met, a little embarrassed to smile at her, just to say something with the childish, suddenly saw the childish gaze suddenly fell behind him, and became more bright, Su Xiaogongzi Looking at the little guy's gaze, I saw a little boy who was about the same size as the young, but taller than the young, and he was coming towards the childish side.
Su Xiaogong’s martial arts smashed the little fairy for a long time, and it was only a small fairy who gave him a small hand, but when the little boy came over, he didn’t even talk to the child, and he heard that the childishness was very sweet. Softly called: "Little Jane."
The first reaction of Susu is that the childish voice is so sweet.
It is sweeter than the pastries and sweets he has eaten before.
Clear and sweet, the kind of sweetness that makes people want to eat a bite.
Then I reacted, and the child was the little boy behind him.
Wen Jian was originally unhappy and young and playing with a little brother who didn’t know, but when he heard that the young child was calling him, the gentleness of the child’s heart was not so happy, it disappeared, and he went to fight with the child. He greeted him and then greeted him with a little brother who was much taller than him.
"Well, my brother is good."
"Small Jane's younger brother is good." Su Xiaogongzi still played his style perfectly.
Wen Jianben is just a four-year-old child. Seeing each other is also not hostile. It is quickly integrated into the atmosphere to play together.
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In the palace, the mirror mirrored a woman with a peach face.
She was born very beautiful, and she was combed with the bride's makeup. The black and black hair was braided into a plaque, and a golden bead was inserted obliquely. The bright and white forehead was divided into a small pointed tip. The short Liu Haier, sticking to the eyebrows, lining up the whole face and becoming more and more attractive.
The thin distant eyebrows gradually open like ink paintings, and the eyebrows are finely micro-hooked, reflecting her peach eyes with eye makeup. The flow of eyes is a pure and bright intertwined hook. Her right eye was pinched with a few peach-colored gold powder, and her tears were adorned like a blooming peach.
The lips are sloppy, bright red and clear, I don’t know what I heard from the prostitute around me, licking the lips and revealing the shallow pear vortex, which is enough to make people feel fascinated.
When I finally put on the phoenix crown, the number of warmth saw the individual from behind the mirror. "Knowing?"
Wen Zhizhi had no choice but to have the cat in front of her in the palace. She carefully and carefully looked at the bride from the beginning to the foot. Finally, she came to a conclusion without hesitation: "National color fragrance."