Chapter 132: Excuse me!

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Jimo had a bit of interest and tasted a tart, although he did not say anything, but his eyes were bright enough to let the illusion of the face fall.
There is a lot of delicacies that have been eaten by Moya. This is the first time I saw this egg tart.
The entrance is smooth, soft, fragrant and not greasy, and the taste is warm, which is in line with his taste.
I picked up a piece of bread and tasted it.
The face of the male who did not want to see it was rare, and it was rare to show a strange look, and the brow was picking up, and if nothing happened, it was eaten.
After eating, picking up a piece and handing it to the illusion, said, "You have worked hard, you also eat one."
Huh? The male took the initiative to give her something to eat?
What is the illusion of being flattered and involuntarily wanting to worship?
The illusion was quickly overtaken.
"It’s not a hard work, it’s not hard, it’s a great honor to serve the son!"
For the performance of the first day, she was busy for a day without eating, and she was too hungry.
The illusion is particularly happy, and I have a very big bite. I heard the ancient bowl of the sound in my mind. "Hey, I found the special food that burned the paste, the food with the aura, and the slight toxicity..."
Then, the illusion turned into a bitter taste, like the feeling of chewing cinder.
The illusion of the past has been fragrant and spicy every day, the taste of the mountains and sea, the delicious food, and rarely eat such awful things.
I squirted it in one bite!
Sprayed to the front of the eyes of the gods like the immortal body...
If it wasn't for the moment, then pick up an empty plate on the table to prepare the to block the face, even the face must be a batter!
After the spray, the magical face will be forced!
God, she actually sprayed a male god?
She went to work on the first day today, and she actually offended the gold master? Does she still want the salary of a thousand Lingshi this month? Does she still want to hold the thigh of the goddess?
Hurry to remedy wow.
The magical face will take a rag from the waist and go to the end of the ink to help him rub the bread scum...
Probably a little panic in my heart, the foot is not stable, was picked up by a chair, and directly on the thigh of Jimo!
Once again, I hugged the thigh of Jimo, the long-lost thigh, no, the last time I hugged my calf and feet...
This time is true? Thigh!
The ink is hard and half-shot, and with a wave of hand, the illusion is like a piece of dust, and he is driven a few meters away...
I got a bit of it, and the back of the stunned face hit the wall, and there was a burning pain!
Mom, don’t you hold your thigh? As for?
The ink is like the spring breeze and the sound of Mu, "Miss Fantasy, are you okay?" But the eyes are extremely indifferent, it seems to say that if something happens, then immediately go out of the China Pavilion, the Year Hall should not be stupid...
The illusion immediately turned his head and smiled. "I am fine. What can I do? I am a Samsung sorcerer. My head is as hard as a city wall."
"That's good, it's best not to have it next time."
The illusion of the fascinating and fascinating feeling that this grandfather is like a fairy, the elegance of the noble son, is just his obstacles, and deep inside is a big demon!
"Never the next time, you can rest assured that the ink son." When you spray his face next time, I will never get together to help him wipe his face!
Jimo Yat's coveted, gave himself a net technique, and the clothes that were sprayed with the breadcrumbs were all clean and fresh as new.