Chapter 269: Six-year-old baby likes to be a mother?

"Refining Dragon Crystal?" Luo Xiaoman's eyes widened, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch. "Are you kidding me? I snickered if I didn't it up, still thinking about refining?"
Although Dragon Crystal is very attractive, it must be eaten by life?
Xiao Ling shrugged, sat down on the ground, and said: "That can't be helped. Now this dragon crystal is still in peace, but who knows when the phantom ring will be absorbed?"
"Hehe, it's really a time bomb." Luo Xiaoman frowned, gritted his teeth suddenly, and walked over resolutely.
"Little master, what are you doing?"
"What else? Of course...refining it!"
"little Master……"
Before Xiao Ling finished speaking, Luo Xiaoman had already stretched out his little hand.
As the saying goes, everything is dead, it is better to let go, maybe there will be a miracle!
When the little hand touched the black beads, Luo Xiaoman's two braids curled up, feeling a terrifying suction burst suddenly, as if he wanted to up all the vitality in his body.
Ok?
At the moment she thought she was going to be sucked dry, Long Jing's suction stopped, and a cordial breath came.
"what's the situation?"
"Mother~~"
Huh? !
A soft voice came, making Luo Xiaoman agitated and quickly withdrew his hand.
Luo Xiaoman's small heart thumped and thumped, what just... was an illusion, right? She seemed to hear this Long Jing calling herself... mother?
She frowned, then stretched out her hand again and touched Long Jing.
"Hehe, mother, you look so cute and cute, so cute."
"I……"
Luo Xiaoman snorted, put his hands away, and looked at Long Jing in shock.
Let's not talk about how weird this dragon crystal is, just say that this mother-in-law is too loud, right?
She is only six years old now, is she someone who can lay eggs?
Is there such a trick?
"Where is the evildoer, come to life soon!"
Luo Xiaoman squeezed the powder fist, put on a posture, looked at this Long Jing solemnly, "Also, why call me mother? Did you admit the wrong person?"
"No!" Long Jing moved up and down, and a soft voice sounded, "You have a familiar aura on your body, it must be your mother."
Luo Xiaoman's mouth twitched, she has a familiar aura?
She sniffed her body from left to right. In addition to the smell of milk and the sweetness of candied haws, how could there be any other smell?
"Come on, your mother is here!" Luo Xiaoman took out a candied haws and handed it over.
"Mother, are you trying to make something delicious for others?" Long Jing turned around, then said with a gloomy expression: "But, people can't eat it now."
Who gave it to you!
Didn't you mean the familiar breath?
Here, it's the breath of this candied haw, so candied haw is your mother, I am not!
However, it was clear that Baby Long Jing didn't think so, and moved around Luo Xiaoman with a slight movement. "Mother, people are hungry."
"I'm not your mother!" Luo Xiaoman's face was ugly, thinking about his cute six-year-old baby who was called a mother for some reason, he really had the urge to die. "Also, can't you not eat anything?"
"Puff ha ha ha!" The little spirit next to her couldn't help it, holding her belly, laughing forward and backward, "Little master, this black bead is called your mother, it's really funny."
"You try again with a smile?" Luo Xiaoman bit his teeth and threw a sharp look in his eyes.
"Yeah! You try to laugh again?" At this time, Long Jing also leaned over and shook Xiaoling, as if threatening him not to laugh at his mother.