Prodigiously Amazing Weaponsmith

2491: Wordscapes Uncrossed Tropic-Beach 5 Answers

With a squeak, the door was pushed open.

Fenghuang Li suddenly looked back, looked up, and saw Li Moying coming in from the outside.

The tall and handsome figure is still charming, but ... the face ...

Huang Yan stood up suddenly, ran to him, and said in surprise: "Mo Ying, you ... what's wrong with you? Was it hurt?"

She carefully touched the bruise on Li Moying's chin with a pain in her face.

In fact, this flesh wound was nothing to Li Moying at all, and it basically doesn't hurt now, but when he saw such a tense situation, he immediately reacted and made a tooth decay Grin expression.

"Aw, oh, little Lier, you lightly ... your brother shot too hard and hit me on the face!"

Fenghuang Li frowned. "Brother how can he do this! Seeing that you are a groom officer today, it's not good to fight back, just bully you on purpose!"

She complained dissatisfied, hurriedly took out a bottle of plaster for healing wounds from the space ring, and carefully applied it to Wu Qing on Li Moying's face.

Li Moying enjoyed the careful care of Xiaojiao's wife in peace, and from time to time he deliberately issued a groan to win the sympathy of Xiaolier.

He wouldn't tell Huang Yeli, in fact Liu Buyan was injured more seriously than him. What groom officer is bad to fight back? Was Li Moying such a pedantic person?

Huang Yanli carefully applied the plaster, relieved, and closed the medicine bottle.

"You've been 'exercising' for so long just now. Would you like to drink water? I'll pour you ... Ah!"

She spoke halfway, and suddenly she clasped her wrist and dragged forward.

Huang Lili's body suddenly lost its balance and fell forward, falling in the arms of Li Moying.

Li Moying lowered his head, and Jun's face slowly approached the small white tender face, and was satisfied to see Huang Yan floating on his face again.

"Xiao Lier, I'm a little thirsty, but I don't want to drink water. We don't seem to have a drink!"

Feng Huang Li Yiyi, "Ah, yes! I'll pour you wine!"

She said, pushing Li Moying, trying to get up.

However, Li Moyinghuan's arms around her waist did not relax, but instead held her slim waist and adjusted the posture of the two to allow Huang Yanli to sit comfortably on his thigh.

"You don't need to be polite, let your husband do the work for you!"

Li Moying held Huang Yaoli's waist with one hand, and raised the warm jug on the table with the other, and poured wine into two small wine glasses.

When the clear liquor was filled, it was filled, and a mellow scent diffused into the room instantly.

This wine has an extraordinary origin. When Huang Ying was born, Huang Liufeng buried her daughter Hong in the ground.

When sending someone to pick up people in South Vietnam last month, Bailiufeng specially dug it out from the ground of Wuweihou House.

Li Moying handed one of the wine glasses to Huang Yingli, raised the other, and whispered: "Mother, respect you!"

"Dear ... Dear you!" Fenghuang Li passed the cup forward, and she was touched by Li Moying.

Then she wanted to take the cup back.

I don't know, Li Moying clasped her wrist to prevent her from going back, Jun face approached her again.

"Xiao Lier, what do you seem to have forgotten?"

"Ah? What are you talking about?" Fenghuang Li stared at Shuiyan, staring puzzledly at the man in front of him.

(End of this chapter)