Chapter 162: Ji Jialai (3)

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The seasons are stunned and look at the monsoon smoke in front of the eyes. The memory of the wolf figure who will only hide in the corner, can not be as heavy as the little girl in front of me, but soon, the season will be returned to God. Come.
"I don't know how to know, but I didn't think that you went to the land of this poor mountain, but you can still make so many things. I didn't really see it at the beginning. You are actually such a restless person." Sneer
The monsoon smoke shrugs slightly, and does not care about the ridicule of the season.
Jijia’s current owner is Ji Ru, who is now over half a year old. Ji Ru has three sons and two daughters. Ji Ji’s father Ji Ji is his third son, ranking fifth, and his eyes are clawed. Ji Qingshang is the daughter of Ji Ru's young daughter. She was raised in the family from a young age, and because her father is in a high position in the imperial capital, it is also a baby in the family.
If it is said that the monsoon smoke has been a bag of everyone in the quarter, then the season is the real lady of the season.
It’s like a cloud.
When the original owner was in the family, he was not bullied by the season.
"The visitor is the guest, sit down and talk about it." The opening of the monsoon smoke good character, the graceful posture and the publicity of the seasons are particularly eye-catching.
The seasons are cold and screaming, and the bright eyes are scornful to look at the monsoon flue: "You don't need your fakes, you shouldn't think of the monsoon smoke. You are in the name of a tyrant city master, and you really have to fly to the phoenix." What?"
"If you were not a big man, he would pity you, give you a bite to eat, you have a dead that no one wants, and you can live to the present..."
The words of the seasons have not been finished, but the monsoon smoke has put down the teacup in his hands.
Cangling, interrupted the words of the season.
The seasons were slightly stunned, and when I looked up at the monsoon smoke, I found that the monsoon smoke was looking at her with the bright scorpions.
"Love skirt, you can sit down first." Ji Mubai, who has not opened his mouth, finally opened his mouth at this moment.
The season sentiment came back, biting his teeth and glanced at the monsoon smoke, and then some reluctantly sat next to Ji Mubai.
The monsoon smoked clothes seemed to have nothing to worry about, and the teacups were carefully drunk, but the eyes of the eyes swept through the handsome teenager.
Ji Mubai, one of the most talented children of Jijia, has become an excellent mage at the age of eighteen. He is also the son of the eldest son of Jiru, who is favored in the Jijia, the original memory of Ji Mubai. Few, this boy who was regarded as a genius by the family of the season has no communication with the cumbersome original owner. It is only occasionally that the original owner once met with Ji Mubai once.
But that time, it was enough for the original master to regard Ji Mubai, a seemingly gentle and elegant noble son, as a demon.
The monsoon smoke does not move the tea, waiting for the opening of the season.
Ji Mubai soothed the impetuous season, and his eyes slowly fell to the monsoon smoke. As early as the monsoon smoke appeared, Ji Mubai had been looking at the monsoon smoke. It is undeniable that this time I saw each other. Let Qi Mubai be a bit strange, the monsoon smoke in front of him is completely different from the timid little waste in the past.
Of course...
Ji Mu white mouth twitched a gentle smile and looked at the monsoon flue: "The wind smoke, long time no see, don't come innocent?"