Fubao wears books and becomes a group pet

Chapter 842 Fulfilling All Fantasy About Men
I saw Mo Junying holding a handful of rice, and gently retracting it, the rice grains in his palm suddenly turned into snow-white powder, flowing out from his fingers.

"Let me go, is this buddy from Wudang Mountain? Is he practicing iron palm magic?"

"Upstairs, don't be ridiculous, even the Taoist priest of Wudang Mountain can't be so powerful, I think it must be the originator of some power."

"The founder of the mountain? Are you sure you are not joking? How old is the founder of the mountain if he has lived to this day?"

"It's hard to say, don't you know that people who cultivate immortals can stay young forever?"

"Upstairs, you can wash up and sleep, and you are still cultivating immortals, have you watched too many fantasy dramas? But seriously, this hand is really handsome, master, do you accept apprentices? If not, disciples it is also fine."

"Get lost, master, take me as a disciple, I have money, my father has money, my grandfather has money, my whole family has money, I can give you all the money"

"Prodigal son! Can you be so arrogant if you have money? Well, if you give me [-] million, I can be your younger brother."

There was a lively discussion on the Internet, and the voices of people were full of voices, and the Internet was blocked again in an instant.

Director Zhang quickly contacted the platform for a while, and finally after recovering the internet, he looked at Mo Junying with complicated eyes.

This master really makes him love and hate.

What I love is that I always create amazing topics for him, and what I hate is that it keeps congesting his live broadcast room, which constantly causes congestion on the platform. The next notice, if this continues, the next episode will not provide him with a platform.

The people present also stared at Mo Junying dumbfounded. They couldn't believe that such a gentle, elegant and fairy-like person actually possessed such great power.

Jiang Wanyin's eyes were on fire, and her heart was riddled with jealousy.

Why does such a man belong to a country bumpkin like Shui Jinglan?
How nice it would be if she met first?
That way, she won't be beaten by these two scumbags, Dong Ming and Chen Qing!
It's all this bastard Shui Jinglan who stole her opportunity, yet she has suffered so much on Shui Jinglan's behalf!

No, she must Shui Jinglan try all the grievances she has suffered one by one!

Qin still stared at Mo Junying with burning eyes. Such a powerful man, so good-looking and so gentle, so what if he is a softie?
She is willing too!

She clenched her hands tightly, her eyes gleaming with the brilliance of being sure to win.

Mo Junying doesn't care about other people's thoughts at all, he only has Fu Bao in his eyes.

The reason why he showed this hand is to let everyone know that Fubao is protected by him. If he dares to have the slightest intention of doing anything wrong with Fubao, then he will pinch them with his own hands just like these rice. into powder.

When the rice noodles were ready, Mo Junying washed the two handfuls of sweet-scented osmanthus flowers he picked just now, without using any grinder, and planed them in the same way. He pinched them in his hand, and drops of rich juice with the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus came out of his palm. dripping.

One drop, two drops, three drops...

After the last drop fell into the rice noodles, he slowly opened his hand.

In the hand, there is not even the residue of sweet-scented osmanthus, except for the slightly wet palm and the strong aroma.

After seeing his bravery in pounding rice, everyone became numb to such a scene.

Mo Junying looked down at the slightly wet palm, and tilted her head slightly.

Brilliant peach-blossom pupils linger with broken stars, looking at Fu Bao like a mist, with a touch of evil charm.

(End of this chapter)