The group pet cub of the villain tyrant

Chapter 237 Eyebrows and Rouge

"Do you think I have the charm to let my son spare the Eight Clans with a wave of his hand? Why, rely on Zai Zai's sympathy degree that is so pitiful?"

Oh my God, my chocolate Alice pig, as a lotus flower at the feet of Buddha, speaks out this insanity,
If you embarrass a five-year-old doll like her, wouldn't Tiandao's father not care about it?

"077 What are you talking about! Ben Lian does not allow you to say such unconfident words, who are you?
You are the little pride of our npc world, the invincible cutie in the universe, you have to believe in yourself, you are the best, you can do it! "

What Folian said is called a spittle, that is called a conclusive statement, that is called a violation of Lianxin, cough.

He Liansi: "..."

"roll!"

Helian's wanton little face was no longer pink and tender, but as black as coal, and he gritted his teeth and said this word.

"Come on, Benlian, get lost!"

With a "click" sound, Folian slipped away, and fell into the mid-air Wahaha, lying alone in the corner,

After a while, a golden slit appeared, and a golden lotus petal quietly floated out, dragging Wahaha up, and then quietly floated back into the golden slit.

He Liansi: "..." expressionless face.jpg
Helian, a little girl, a little girl, just such a doll sitting on the bed, she has nothing to love in her life.

"Crack."

The little girl was wrapped in a small quilt, and her small body fell straight backwards, her whole body forming a "big" shape,
Staring at the top of the warm yellow bed curtain above his head, his eyes as moist as grapes blinked.

"Tired, wantonly tired."

Finally, after staring at it for a long time, the little girl grabbed the quilt with her short hands, covered her fluffy little head, tilted her little body,
"Boom boo boo ~"

The little girl's little body under the quilt trembled, and the soft voice of her little milk was crying and chirping.

**
General's House.

At the end of the day, the lights of the General's Mansion had already been extinguished, only a few bright lights at the corners of the corridor eaves were clearly extinguished in the evening wind.

In a dilapidated firewood house, when the dark compartment is pushed away, the walls shake, and a long and narrow corridor appears. Passing through the corridor, a dark room with a study layout appears in front of you.

At this moment, a tall figure was sitting on the chair of the master in the study room in the dark room, Wen Yi Guozi's face was gloomy, his tiger eyes looked at the man in black who had been dead for a long time,

The death of the man in black is not very good, his face is black, black blood overflows from his mouth, and one arm is twisted irregularly.

Wen Yi's finger resting on the Taishi chair tapped on the back hand of the Taishi chair again and again. In this dark room study, there was a "dong dong dong" sound, and the atmosphere was extremely depressing.

"General, none of the people from this landlord came back this trip. How does the general plan to compensate the loss of this landlord?"

On a pear wood chair in the study room of the dark room, there was another person sitting. This person was fanning lightly with an expensive fan. On the fan was an ink landscape painting.

It is obviously a man's body, but the face is painted with powder and the eyebrows are drawn, the eyebrows are narrow and long, the eyes of the fox, and the lips are rouged.

She is wearing a peach-pink robe with peach blossoms embroidered on it. At first glance, people will mistake him for an opera singer in the Liyuan.

Beside the pear-blossom chair where the man was sitting, there was a peach-pink paper umbrella quietly, and on the umbrella paper, peach blossoms were also blooming.

(End of this chapter)