Chapter 405: Warmth

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Zhuque Guotai Women's Hall, a large and three small are practicing swords.
"Okay, I have been practicing for a morning, you are not tired, the children are not tired?"
Duanmu Xue and Huangfu Che came in and looked at the three little ones with distressed eyes.
"We are not tired." Duanmu Xue’s voice just fell, and the warm and warm strings shouted.
Duanmu Xue has a black line, and Huang Fu is full of smiles.
Xuanyuan ink licked the small head of the three small ones.
"Go take a break and practice again in the afternoon."
Wen String and Warmer reluctantly put away the long sword and walked to the table.
The waiter on the side immediately gave a tea snack.
Xuanyuan Mo looked at the enthusiasm of the sword, and the light flashed.
The nephew is too much like him, the same cold, persevering, persistent, looking at him, he often has a feeling of looking at himself.
"External, when will the mother come back?"
Warmer took a bite of pastry and looked at the side of the snow.
"Why don't you ask me?"
Duanmu Xue took a slap in the face and picked up the scorpion to help the warmth wipe the lips.

Ask him?
Xiao Wen’s eyebrows raised his eyebrows.
Don’t ask us to know the answer, every time it’s two words, ‘very soon’

For Xuanyuan ink's obvious perfunctory answer, Xiaowenxian seems to be very dissatisfied.
Looking at the small expression of Xiao Wenxian's eyebrows, Duanmu Xue is not able to love it, and immediately reaches for a small temperature string.
"External ancestor, I grew up, don't hug." Xiaowen string grinned dissatisfied.
Duanmu Xue is full of black lines. These little guys are really not cute at all.
When thinking of Duanmu, Duanmu Xue thought of Xiaosi, and only four of the four children were most like a nephew.
In an instant, Duanmu Xue lost his face. For a long time, I don’t know how Xiaosi is doing. It’s all bad. I can lose my child in the palace.
"The little four will not have anything."
Xuanyuan ink noodles for the end of the wood snow tea.
Duanmu was slightly sloppy, and then gently licked his lips. "I know."
The little four is so smart, there must be nothing.
"Look, my mother is back."
Looking at the green dragon flying in the air, Wenther instantly dropped the pastry and ran out.
The warm string slipped from Duanmu Xue in the first time.
The coldness over there finally finally left the long sword of your beloved, and with the warmth, Wenling ran toward Qinglong.
"Ser, string, baby."
Seeing the three small ones, Duanmu's heart instantly turned into a pool of water, and immediately flew down from the Qinglong, and the three small ones were circled together in their arms.
"Mother, you are finally back, you want to miss you!"
Warmer holding the end of the raft, squatting.
Although the strings and the chills did not speak, but the thick love also said their thoughts.
"Mother is also thinking of you."
Duanmu's lips were gently raised, but there was a tear in the throat.
Here, the mother and son are warm, and there are people who haven’t jumped from the back of the dragon.
"Oh, I haven't seen these few days. These little guys have grown up a lot, come and let them hug."
Jun No Evil has a hand that stretches his hand to the small temperature string.
Compared with the cold chill of the ink, he still likes a little more string. He always feels that the little fox of this little guy is not like the cousin of the nephew and the kid of the ink, it is a bit like him.
Xiao Wenxian did not dislike it, and he was in the arms of Jun.
"This is the baby of my sister, it looks so cute."
Ye Binging enviously teased the small temperature string in the arms of Jun Wu.
Xiao Wenxian looked at Ye Bing’s eyes and turned lightly, sweetly screamed. "My sister."
Hearing the sound of the small temperature string, Ye Bing stagnated, and then reacted to the small face red.
If you are innocent, you are full of black lines. What kind of ghost is your mother?
"Remove my sister."
Jun Wuxu stared at the small temperature string.
Ye Binging’s little face was red for a moment, and he wanted to glance at the innocent, but he did not see her.
"No, she is her mother."
The small temperature string barely blinked, completely ignoring the innocence of the innocent.
"Ser, come, Master, hug."
Here, Situ Kong also picked up the warmth, but it is not that he does not like the chill, but the chills except the and the ink boy, others are not allowed to hold.
For Situ Kong, Wensell likes it, and naturally he refuses to let him sit in Situ.
Duanmu also took the chill, and walked toward Xuanyuan, Huangpu and Duanmu.
"Father, mother." Duanmu squatted.
"It’s good to come back safely."
Duanmu Xue was a little excited, and the dawn was full of tears.
"Is it a thousand years of water lily?" I thought of what Huangpu said suddenly.
Duanmu nodded and took the Millennium Water Lily from the storage ring.
"This is the Millennium Water Lily, really beautiful." Duanmu Xue looked amazed.
Duanmu’s light flashed.
Now all the materials are in place. I’m going to retreat after a few days.

The crowd nodded.
Duanmu 汐 slowly walked to Xuanyuan ink.
"A Xue, I am back."
Xuanyuan ink flashed, and suddenly he slammed into the room and walked to the room.
Duanmu was ashamed to bury his face in Xuanyuan's arms.
Others are not strange to the love of the two, sitting together at the stone table, talking about the trip to the Dragon Palace and the underground palace.
Xuanyuan Mo will hold Duanmu to the room and seal her red lips without saying anything.
"Ok……"
The sudden enthusiasm of Xuanyuan Mo, let Duanmu 汐 light.
The lightness of the end of the raft was aroused by Xuanyuan, and the hot kiss became more wild.
The brain of Duanmu is gradually blanking and the body is softer.
"Well... A snow..."
Suddenly, what Duanmu thought of, immediately push the Xuanyuan ink gently.
"Ok?"
Xuanyuan ink lifted a pair of scorpions full of love, desire, looking at Duanmu.
Looking at Xuanyuan Mo's double sly scorpion, Duanmu smacked swallowed unconsciously, looking up and biting on Xuanyuan ink's lips.
The body of Xuanyuan Mo was shocked and a hot stream rushed to the top of his heart.
"wait me back."
Duanmu's smile was more intense, and he sighed softly at Xuanyuan's ear, then squatted and ran out of the room.
Duanmu walked to the yard, threw the icey jade flute around his waist, and then turned and prepared to return to the house.
But she just turned around, and the ice yurt flute returned to her waist again.
Duanmu's eyebrows were lightly stunned, and the jade flute was taken and thrown back again.
"Boom……"
Upon hearing the sound of the water, Duanmu was nodded and nodded again.
But still did not take a few steps, and there was more stuff at the waist.
The icey jade flute hangs back to the waist of Duanmu, even if it is wet.
Duanmu was angered, and he took off the ice silky flute directly. He said: "If you believe it or not, I will throw you into the fire."
The ice yuu flute trembled and did not move for a moment.
Duanmu 汐 re-lost the ice Yu Yu flute, this time waited for a few seconds without seeing the ice Yu Yu flute back, Duanmu was only satisfied with the return to the room.
In the room, Xuanyuan ink has already laid down on the bed.
"A Xue, you..."
Looking at the "beauty" in front of him, Duanmu swallowed again.
Xuanyuan ink handed a fish directly to the end of the wood to the bed, and did not say anything, directly pressed up.
"A Xue, wait a minute..."
Duanmu once again resisted the attack of Xuanyuan Mo.
Xuanyuan ink lifted up, dissatisfied with the end of the wood.
Looking at Xuanyuan Mo's expression of not eating sugar, Duanmu smirked his lips and found a black fruit from his arms.
"Gift for you."
Xuanyuan ink raised his eyebrows, "Tuling fruit."
"Well." Duanmu nodded and hooked his lips: "This is an unexpected harvest."
Duanmu directly handed the soil to the lips of Xuanyuan ink.
Xuanyuan ink flashed, slowly swallowing the soil, and then covered the red lips of Duanmu when the Duanmu had not reacted.
The heavy earth force slowly surrounded the two people, the red account slowly lowered, and the faint black halo lingered around the bed, so sweet and warm.
Until the evening, the two talents went out of the room.
"How come out so early, I thought you two will come out tomorrow."
At the dinner table, Jun looked at the two people with a look of interest. At the end, I also sneered at Xuanyuan ink.
Duanmu's face is red, Xuanyuan Mo is completely ignorant of the innocent, directly pulling the Duanmu to eat on the table.
"Wang Ye, Your Highness, the great elders of the Holy Land, ask for it."
The two just sat down, and there was a report from the Dragon Moon.
Duanmu 汐 frowning, how can the elders come, is it a wild thing?
"I told him to come."
Xuanyuan ink is explained by the side of the wood.
Duanmu nodded and looked blank. She almost forgot. The elder is a native of Suichuan.
"Please come in."
Not long after, the white elders came in.
"See Heavenly Girl, Prince."
Duanmu got up and raised his hand to help.
"Don't see you for many days, the elders don't come innocent."
The white elders slap the lips, "Laotian female heart, old and innocent."
"Okay, let's eat first." Xuanyuan ink on the side suddenly opened.
Duanmu's lips and corners are slightly hooked. "The elders will eat together."
"Good." The white elder nodded.
After using the dinner, Duanmu and the white elders chatted for a while and the mainland of Sichuan.
When I heard the elders in white did not know how to open the door to time and space, Duanmu was slightly disappointed.
After arranging the white elders, Duanmu did not return to the room with Xuanyuan Mo, but went directly to the alchemy room.
She must refine her back to Yuan Dan as soon as possible to save the shadow.
Luanchuan mainland, the Imperial Palace.
The robbed silver robes sat on the throne of the emperor, under the steps, still holding a black figure.
"Idiot, can't find a little doll, what do you want?"
Suddenly, a blind hand waved, and the black figure lying on the ground was directly shot.
"puff……"
The black figure fell to the ground, spurting a spur of blood, but did not dare to be scornful, and immediately squatted.
"The Emperor's forgiveness of sin, the subordinate must find a small, small master as soon as possible."
The blindfolded face was disdainful, and a pair of sleeves, coldly said: "Without this waste, the Emperor personally went out."
When the obscurity words just fell, they disappeared into the Imperial Palace.
The black figure looked at the empty seat in front of him, and there was a worry in the middle.