Take your son to get married

Chapter 272 The Mystery of the Blood Sword 3
It's nothing more than going crazy, the smallest of them, a 200-year-old spirit grass, was so full that it hit Mo Qianchen's leg with a bang, and its head hung between Mo Qianchen's legs.

Mo Qianchen looked at the gluttonous spirit grass that couldn't jump, and couldn't help but help it up while smiling.

"Wow, the smell is wrong. The master smells like this man. The master is no longer a virgin. The master is now a woman." After thinking about it, he lifted it up, and the spirit grass screamed from its throat.

"Boom." Mo Qianchen blushed instantly, this little grass.

"Yeah, really? Really? I smell..."

"I also smell..."

"I'm coming too..."

Immediately, the spirit grass that had been pushed away crazily rushed up, submerging Mo Qianchen in the flowers in an instant.

Mo Qianchen was ashamed and angry at once, and beat the spirit grass that surrounded him: "Go back quickly, I'm making trouble, and I won't give you food in the future."

But the more she obstructed, the more crazy the group of spirit plants became.

Feng Shukuang next to him was funny, but at the same time had to reach out his hand to rescue Mo Qianchen from the circle of spirit grass, and at the same time shouted: "Don't make trouble." Feng Shukuang's temperament is not peaceful, this low shout immediately See results.

"Don't make trouble, don't make trouble, you two gave birth to precious sons..."

"Well, just like us, there are hundreds of babies in one birth..."

"Stupid, they are human beings, and human beings cannot have hundreds of them in one birth..."

"Can't you? Well, let's have dozens of them..."

"A dozen or so is still okay..."

"Are there more girls or boys..."

"It's all the same..."

"How about some neutral ones..."

"Hey, handsome guy, Chenchen, don't run away."

"What's the matter, he ran away as soon as he came back, and he ran so fast."

"Could it be that we are too handsome?"

"It's possible. I think I've been looking better and better recently."

"Go, I'm getting better and better..."

"..."

Chirping, crackling, the garden filled with spiritual grasses that had eaten the water from the spiritual spring, danced excitedly to seal off the demons.

Dragging Feng Shukuang all the way back to the inclined peaks of the Ninth Peak, Mo Qianchen took a breath from his nose.

"Haha, these things you raise are interesting." Looking at Mo Qianchen's embarrassed face, Feng Shukuang let out a big laugh.

It's fine if you don't understand what these spirit herbs are saying. Now it's a bit too interesting to be able to have a fat baby translate them.

Rubbing his face, Mo Qianchen twitched the corners of Feng Shu's upturned mouth in a wild laugh, and changed the subject, "Take you to another good place."

It's too embarrassing, this group of spirit grass is really embarrassing to her, and she has hundreds of them in one birth, even a pig can't do it.

And she and Feng Shukuang's child, the relationship between them was only yesterday...

Blushing slightly, Mo Qianchen dragged Feng Shukuang away, changing the subject, changing the subject.

Feng Shukuang was dragged away by the blushing Mo Qianchen, feeling very happy in his heart. I am afraid that Mo Qianchen, except him, has never seen this scene in this garden.

He was the first person Mo Qianchen brought here to experience him, and he must be the person Mo Qianchen trusts the most and is the most caring person. He trusts him more than her master, um, um, very good, this is very good, he likes it .

In a good mood, Feng Shukuang let Mo Qianchen drag him and walked towards other peaks.

Nine peaks, a total of nine peaks, the most majestic is the first peak, the most sinister is the ninth peak, the highest is the fourth peak, and the most beautiful is also the fourth peak, the peak of no return.

(End of this chapter)