Chapter 890: Mary Su Xiuzhen 68

Chapter 890 Mary Su Xiuzhen 68
The blue gluten on the forehead of the northern rain rushed and leaped, and there was a tendency to run away at any time.
She felt that she was calm enough and that she was okay, but when she faced him, she really couldn't help but want to fat him.
If it is not enough, she can't beat him, she must beat him to cry and cry.
I seem to feel the bad breath that comes out of someone, and my cold eyes look at her.
The northern rain was swept away by this murderous look, and the spirited shuddered and put away his mind, his face showing a perfect smile.
"Hey adults, I am poor, can't afford good things, you have to bear more." Bei Yuqi half joking, said with a half-hearted.
The cold and cool should be said: "I can see it."
The north rain licks the lips and squirts. He doesn't want to talk to him. He talks to him and it hurts people.
It is necessary to know that the things used in Beiyuyu are not good, and many of the great monks in the Yuan Ying period do not necessarily have so many good things. The northern rain can enjoy it, thanks to the father who has a god.
When she had no language, the picture that appeared in the next second made her itch again.
I saw that I raised my hand and waved it. I saw all the things in her house, just like sweeping the garbage, and he was thrown out of the cave.
I rely on!
These things are all things that the original parents, brothers, and masters have prepared for her. Everything contains their intentions for the original Lord. These things can make him throw away.
The northern rain rushed out and piled up the things outside the cave house into the mountains.
As soon as she turned around, she almost ran into someone who was quiet and appeared behind her.
Looking at her with a look of disappointment, "a pile of is worth your baby."
Bei Yuyu wanted to turn a blind eye at him. Due to his military strength and temperament, he said calmly: "Some things are not worthy of using the precious stones to measure its value. For example, the jade pot in my hand, although only It’s worth a few hundred Lingshi, but it’s a brother, personally excavating Lingyu and personally polishing it.

"Perhaps, in the eyes of outsiders, this thing is worth only a few hundred Lingshi, but in my eyes, it is worthless. Because this is the heart of my brother."
With a slap in the face, "the monks want to use those useless feelings."
Bei Yuyu’s reaction to him was not unexpected. If he knew what it was called, it was called a ghost.
At this moment, the spirit rabbit who smelled the master, hurriedly ran out of the woods, the speed of agility, like a lightning, rushed to the north rain, and fell steadily into her arms.
Bei Yuyu looked at the passionate rabbit in his arms, his eyes softened, and his hand gently stroked the rabbit in his arms.
The little guy squinted comfortably and looked sly.
I stared coldly at the rabbit, and looked at the little girl who looked at the rabbit. It only felt obscure. When the aura in his hand came out, he was still swaying in the air of the rabbit in the middle of the rain.
Ling Rabbit was keenly aware of the killing, screaming, short legs and legs, constantly swaying in the air.
Before someone killed the killer, Bei Yuyi regained his arms in his arms and looked at him with a smile. "Hey adults, you don't like it. I will take it away immediately, and promise not to Will make it appear in front of your eyes."
(End of this chapter)