: Fan Wai 17 She has someone she likes

"so what?"
She raised her voice, tucked the broken hair behind her ears, raised her eyebrows to look at him.
Such a simple and extremely simple action is done by her, but it is also unique.
The coquettishness in the bones and the enchantment between the eyebrows and eyes are really hard to ignore.
The man looked silly.
Then he saw Xiao Ba's red lips slightly picked, and said with a smile:
"The God Envoy seems to be so free?"
Hearing her claim, the man's face changed slightly.
This is to move out of the identity of the envoy.
Today's Eighth Divine Envoy takes care of Yaoshan. Although he holds great power, he is always gentle and charming. No matter who he sees, he always seems to be smiling.
This also made many people forget her identity and still only regarded her as a beautiful and enchanting woman.
She herself rarely moved out of her identity to suppress others.
Unexpectedly today--
Even if he didn't wink anymore, he could see Xiao Ba this was unhappy.
"Don't dare! Don't dare!"
The man's face flushed, and he waved his hands very nervously.
"Since the Eighth Divine Envoy is busy, I, I will not bother too much!"
With that said, he finally turned his head back and forth reluctantly and left.
There was still a bit of heartbreak on that face.
Obviously I didn't expect to be so simply rejected.
Xiao Ba put his hands on his chest, snorted, turned and walked back.
Eleven Niang and Twelve Niang looked at each other.
After pondering for a moment, Eleven Mother asked:
"Sister Ba, you seem to be angry?"
Xiao Ba snorted coldly.
"Sungri is disturbed by these people, can you not be angry?"
The twelve mother fiddled with the last pill in her hand, and whispered a little hesitantly:
"But... it used to be like this... but Ba Jie rarely gets angry."
Eleven Niang nodded in agreement.
"Not to mention that the person just now had a good birth."
This is the most critical.
Who doesn't know the Eighth Divine Envoy look at the face in the entire Magic Palace?
She herself is extremely beautiful, and looking at men's eyes, she is naturally extremely critical.
This is especially true for appearance.
If it doesn't look into her eyes, she won't even give an extra look.
Therefore, although a lot of people have come during this period, they are actually somewhat emboldened.
At the very least, the appearance is also upper-middle. As for other aspects, they all have their own merits.
It stands to reason that Xiao Ba will not be angry when these people come over.
Sometimes she is in a good mood, and she will say a few more words to relieve her boredom.
Now... but he did not hesitate to fire directly.
It's really rare.
Xiao Ba frowned.
"Have it?"
Eleven Niang nodded affirmatively.
"Yes."
"I said, did he have a good life?"
Xiao Ba glanced suspiciously over the two girls.
"How can your vision become so bad now?"
Eleven Niangs and Twelve Niangs: "..."
In all fairness, the one just now can be considered okay...
Why does Bajie seem to be disgusted?
The Twelve Niang swallowed the last pill in her hand, her cheeks bulged slightly, and asked while chewing:
"Ba Jie thinks he is not good-looking?"
"of course."
"Then what kind of good-looking?"
Xiao Ba paused, but a handsome face suddenly appeared in his mind.
Immediately, she was shocked and her eyes widened suddenly.
Seeing her reaction, Twelve Niang looked blank.
She leaned towards Eleven Niang and asked in a low voice:
"Sister, how did the Eighth Sister react like this? It seems to be frightened by something?"
Didn't she just ask, what kind of looks good... In the past eight sisters also liked to talk about this topic.
Now this reaction is a bit strange.
Eleven mother thoughtfully.
"Sister Ba... seems to be thinking of someone alone."
What frightened her should be the person she thought of at this time.
She paused, then suddenly spoke:
"Sister eight, who are you thinking of?"
When she asked suddenly, Xiao Ba was awakened.
When I looked up, I saw the eyes of the two girls Qing Lingling.
Xiao Ba suddenly felt a little embarrassed, as if there was a secret that was clearly revealed.
but--
She herself didn't know what was going on!
"No, no."
She coughed and walked quickly towards the room.
"Suddenly I remembered that there are things that I haven't done yet, you, you guys."
Halfway through, I suddenly remembered something, turned around, picked up the two baskets, and hurriedly left and entered the house.
Eleven Niangs and Twelve Niangs: "..."
They didn't seem to ask anything just now, right?
Eight sister, this...
Eleven mothers are unpredictable.
"Eight sister seems to be... someone I like."
The Twelve Mother was shocked, and quickly swallowed the remaining half of the medicine, a small face flushed with choking.
"Really, really!? Who!"
Eleven Niang shook her head and touched her chin thoughtfully.
"It looks like I just liked it recently..."
Suddenly, her eyes lit up.
"Is it Young Master Yun!?"
...
"Snee!"
Yun Muchen, who had just arrived at Fengming Mountain, suddenly sneezed.
He rubbed his nose.
"Who missed my son so much..."
The dumpling standing aside looked at him faintly.
"Xu is the Red Demon."
Yun Muchen: "..."
He rubbed the dumpling's hair bun and hummed softly.
"The little girl is witty. Is it that women in the world are so difficult to serve as a child?"
The dumpling was stunned:
"what?"
Yun Muchen glanced at her.
"Children don't care about adults' matters."
Dumpling: "Shit."
Yun Muchen: "..."
...
"Who do you think the Eighth Divine Envoy likes?" Yu Mo looked incredulous.
Twelve Niang's face was determined: "My sister said, it must be him!" Yu Mo was messed up in the wind:
"How is this possible? Didn't she still talk to Yan before—"
Before he finished speaking, he raised his eyes slightly and bumped into a figure.
Yu Mo fell silent immediately.
Holding a sword, Yan Qing walked past them blankly.
Upon seeing this, Yu Mo quickly followed: "Hey! Hey! Wait!"
Yan Qing paused: "Something?"
Yu Mo shuddered.
"Um... it's okay, I just asked, you haven't been to the Eighth Divine Envoy recently? How can you do this? How can your own daughter-in-law let others go?"
Yan Qing frowned, but said nothing.
Yu Mo put his arms on his shoulders, lowering his voice.
"In my opinion, although Young Master Yun is better-looking than yours — cough, no, we are not near the water! You have to start first!"
He stroked his chin and smiled narrowly.
"Anyway, you don't have any good reputation now, why don't you just follow the Eighth Divine Envoy?"
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Reading these few days, I shed tears for the fairy love of others.
Then I flipped through the comment area and found that most people are saying that there are few emotional dramas.
I reflected on it.
Am I different from ordinary people's requirements for emotional drama? ? ?