Chapter 1582: You're still alive!

He wanted to rectify him subconsciously, but he thought for a second, that it is really not right for him to let God Nianmo call his father this way.
"Nianmo, I'm your father-in-law! Do you want to see your mother-in-law?"
"miss you!"
"If you want to see your mother-in-law, listen to your father and obediently, and do as the father and your father ordered."
"Nianmo listens to his father ... But, his father looks like his brother. Father, when Nianmo is born, will he be able to play with Nianmo like this?" Suddenly, Nianmo was elated.
He has always been with his father and junior ever since he had a sense of autonomy. He has only seen running children on the street, but never played together.
Children still like to find their peers, and Shennian Mo is no exception. He feels that his father and gentleman look more kind.
God Jiuli: "..."
His eyes flickered a little, slowly and logically: "Nian Mo, do you want to play with children of the same age?"
Shen Nian Mo stressed the main point: "Huh!"
God Jiuli smiled slightly: "After seeing Mommy, let her give you a little brother or younger sister, okay? They will play with you every day ..."
Shennianmo's eyes lit up: "Okay!"
God Jiuli patted the small stone: "Well, Nian Mo should cultivate."
Shennian Mo was rushing to practice.
God Jiuli put him back in his sleeve again, and closed his eyes slightly to meditate.
He was not badly injured in that fierce sea of ​​fire, and had less than half of his skill, which was probably bad for his next action. He had to race against time to recover.
Xuemo, you're still alive! Xuemo, I do n’t know how we would react when you met?
Are you going to make a marriage?
The corners of his lips were slightly drawn. Since he was here, where else could she make her a relative? !!
Don't talk about marriage, even if he wants to get married, he should grab it or grab it back!
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When will the moon be? Ask the wine about the sky, I don't know the heavenly palace, what year is it tonight ...
There was a sound of jingling from the depths of the garden. The wind was blowing flowers and the water was flowing from the spring.
A garden that is so large and boundless that all kinds of flowers are blooming in the garden with colorful butterflies, and the garden is full of spring.
There are exotic flowers and plants in the garden, pavilions, and bridges.
In a small pavilion, there was a man in a blue shirt.
The man's rare eyebrows, Xiuya, dragged to the ground in a azure robe, and the wind blew his hem and long sleeves flying upside down. In front of a coke-tailed paulownia guqin, he lowered his eyebrows and danced with his fingers A bunch of harps flew from his fingertips, flew out of the kiosk, and flew to an open space not far away.
There is an antique swing frame in the open space. A red girl is sitting on the swing frame. The girl looks like twelve or thirty years old, with a beautiful eyebrow and dark hair. The dense Liuhai in her forehead almost covered her eyebrows. She slightly dangled her eyes, and her long eyelashes covered her eyelids like crow feathers, and she was quiet as a still butterfly in daylight, leaning half on a swing, as if she was asleep, and as if she was listening to a piano. Cozy.
Not far from this open space, there is a piece of grass. There are a few young children playing there on the grass, there are girls and boys, each of them is eye-catching, and Yu Xue is lovely. They either chase or make trouble, and they look extremely harmonious and beautiful.
The sound of the piano ceased, the blue-shirted man's eyes were fixed on the girl, his eyes were soft: "A Mo"