Transmigrating into a Doll Princess: Pink Princess

The two little dolls looked about three or four years old.

They are very similar in appearance, with big eyes and skin like snow jade.

The difference is that the little girl has a red cinnabar mole between her eyebrows, and the little boy has more handsome eyebrows.

This person is also strange, after he came, he walked around the small courtyard a few times, and then he went straight in.

As soon as he broke in, he shouted: "Yaobai, Yaobai! Come out! I'm here, why don't you come out and take a look?!" [

The door creaked open, and a man in white walked out.The ink hair is loose, the eyebrows are elegant, and the expression is light but cold.

Seeing this strange old man, he frowned slightly, and a trace of helplessness flashed in his black eyes: "Master, what trick did your old man make?"

He had a slight headache.

Since he regained his memory five years ago and his master came to recognize each other in tears, he came here every four or five months.

The euphemistic name is to gather with apprentices who haven't seen for many years.

Every time he makes him jump around, there is no peace for a moment.

Unexpectedly, this time, they brought two children!

He looked at the two children carefully, his eyes lit up, and he felt that the two children were vaguely familiar: "Whose child is this? Master, have you stolen another child?"

That fat old man was the ghost doctor in the Southern Region. He laughed out loud, with a triumphant smile on his face, and patted the little boy on the head: "Wu Shang, call him uncle."

The little boy glared at him and snorted, completely ignoring the fat old man who abducted him.

The ghost doctor in the Southern Region was bored and didn't get angry. He just made a gesture to compare with the little girl: "Wushang, if you don't call me, I'll spank your sister's ass..."

A flash of anger flashed across the handsome face of the little boy named Wushang: "Damn old man, what's the point of bullying girls?"

The child's voice is crisp and sweet, like a silver bell blown by the wind.

And that little boy has an inviolable demeanor, like someone...

Jia Ruo's heart suddenly moved: "They are not the children of Qian Yu and Fu Yue, are they?!"