The Five-year-old Milk of the Xuanmen Group's Favorite Boss Chapter 120

Chapter 120

The white and soft cheeks of are puffed up!

Let's not say anything else, but my hands are itchy, and I want to pinch it when I see it.

This place is a relatively open flat land, with a fault less than one meter in front, separated by green belts and fences.

This is outside Rong's house. There are street lights next to it, and the light is not very strong.

"Fakes can make so much money!"

The little dumpling was puffing out a small face, and spread out his two little hands hard, and made a big circle to express his dissatisfaction.

So cute that Tang Chuang finally couldn't hold back, and lowered his head and rubbed the little milk cub's cheek.

Tang Chuang doesn't smoke much, and occasionally drinks a little wine. Because of the relationship with the small group, he only drank half a glass at the banquet, and there was a faint smell of alcohol on his body.

There is no stubble on the delicate little face, and the little dumplings are not repelled.

hug Dad's neck.

How serious is this matter, why does Dad only think about posting?

Can't post!

Today, I want to let my father know the seriousness of this matter!

It's just that the pillars of the Sanqing Taoist Temple haven't had time to open their mouths.

"Suddenly bought a package of dried apricots behind my mother and put it in the car."

Little milk today.

"But I can only eat three more pieces at most, and I can't tell my mother yet."

Stickers!

can be posted!

Little Nanny raised her hand seriously.

"Retractor hook."

The surrounding is very quiet, and the wind that is about to enter the winter is still a little cold.

The full moon hangs high above his head, and the shadows of the surrounding trees sway.

Yan Miao stood in the middle of this small garden, staring blankly in front of her. She had just sent a message to her family to go back, and she was standing in the bleak and cold wind at the moment - she just thought it was outrageous, and she was out of line.

The little girl had already directed Rong Yinghui and her father to stand in the distance.

Leave her alone in the middle.

The little dumpling placed a mirror with a strange pattern far away from her and stood there without moving.

Ten minutes have passed.

She looked up at the moon and began to doubt life.

Are you a Yankee?

Probably not.

Then why do you believe everything when you see that little dumpling is cute.

How could something like this exist?

But thinking so—

Under the bright moonlight and dim light, she only felt that her shoulders were getting heavier and heavier.

At first she thought it was an illusion.

I looked around and found no problems. There was a wall that seemed to separate the excitement.

The night is quiet and deep.

When the surroundings were completely quiet, no matter which direction she turned, it seemed that someone was staring at her in another position where she could not see.

Although Yan Miao felt a little guilty in her heart, she always felt that this feeling was similar to going to the toilet at night, and it was impossible to turn on all the lights, so even when she turned to turn off the toilet lights and closed the door - she always felt that it was dark. There seemed to be something humanoid in the crack of the door and quietly appeared behind her and stared at her.

Frightened by his hallucinations and imagination, Yan Miao subconsciously raised her hand to smooth her chest.

is all to scare yourself!

she thought.

But he felt the power on his shoulders getting heavier.

Until her arms dropped, she was powerless to lift.

She subconsciously widened her eyes and opened her mouth to call someone - but found that she couldn't say a word, couldn't turn her head, and couldn't move her body.

This is not something that can be solved by comforting yourself.

is not right—

Horse's! !

There are ghosts! !

And that force gradually shifted, strangling her neck.

Her breathing began to be hindered, and in a trance, she heard countless screams in this silent night.

阆 trembled.

Obviously only a few seconds, but facing such unknown fear, every second is extremely difficult.

The next moment was suddenly relaxed, a dark shadow rushed out from the top of her head, her pupils dilated slightly, and before she could breathe a sigh of relief, she hurriedly raised her feet to heel.

"kid!"

That thing is so dangerous, be careful!

The little cub holding his little whisk with a serious face, chasing after the black qi and moving quickly, he doesn't look like a five- or six-year-old cub at all.

Yan Miao ran faster than her, and then saw the black air fleeing under the dim light over the railing, and the fluffy little cub jumped down on the railing with its soft white hands—

kindness? Jump down? ?

Yan Miao: ! !

What the hell? !

You don't have that fault height, right? !

She was already in front of her, and in the end she turned over and jumped down.

Tang Chuang and Rong Yinghui also hurried over here.

The three of them saw Tang Jin's movements neatly, the whisk in his hand raised and fell ruthlessly, and the black qi that had no time to escape directly fell to the ground.

The black qi that was rampant just now was trembling at the moment, and the little dumpling used the whisk a few times to get it clean and nothing left.

Tang Chuang stood beside the small fault, looking at the one-meter fault with a dark face.

Going to see her little cub again, she must have learned martial arts at Sanqing Taoist Temple when she was a little younger. The landing posture is also very flavorful, and the rustling sound of the whisk.

The black mist was scattered, as if the snow-white dust was stirring the stars in the night, and it gradually disappeared from Tang Jin's body.

revealed her cute and very serious face at the moment.

Cool and handsome little dango.

Cute but jumping off such a high platform is a bit awkward.

Yan Miao, who jumped down, was still squatting on the ground, looking at the little girl with her mouth wide open and round eyes.

The female college student who didn't exercise much was deeply shocked.

Even though Rong Yinghui had seen it a few times, he couldn't help but be amazed when he saw it again. Then he glanced at Yan Miao who was still squatting, and he walked over and squatted down.

"How's it going? What are you doing here?"

Yan Miao looked at him with a painful expression, and then looked back at the one-meter fault.

"The legs are numb."

After thinking about it, she added.

"You're also numb when you jump."

Yong Yinghui:…

The small curly hair on Rong Yinghui's head trembled, and he also looked at the small fault.

At the same time, he spoke to her seriously.

"You can handle it."

Two people squatted over there, one with a distorted expression, the other with a serious expression, like two silly.

And Tang Jin was already held in his arms by his father.

She was holding her own little whisk, her big cat pupils were shining, and she looked like a little proud begging for compliments.

Tang Chuang:…

It's really that the blood vessels in the brain are going to be frightened by this little dumpling.

And praise?

Tang Chuang narrowed his eyes slightly.

licked his snow-white teeth, thinking that his **** was reluctant to hit, otherwise, let's take a bite on this little cheek, it looks good too.

The little dumpling felt the danger, hugged his neck, the little milk voice was soft, and the big eyes blinked innocently, "Dad, let it go today, I still have to work today, and I will make money to support my father."

Even if he knew that the little dumplings would always draw big cakes, what could Tang Chuang do when he was taken away by his baby girl with a set of sweet words?

As soon as the little dumpling landed, he walked to Yan Miao.

Before he could speak, Yan Miao still maintained a squatting posture and hugged the little dumpling.

"Master, thank you for saving our family's life! Will my mother be cured in this way?"

Yan Miao's eyes were serious and focused, and she could almost see the devotion inside.

Do not believe?

Who doesn't believe it?

She can't believe it!

Who said she didn't believe she was in a hurry!

is very able to bend and stretch.

The little dumpling is extraordinarily upright, with a serious and serious face.

"Not yet."

Yan Miao's expression instantly distorted.

"It is said that what you have on your body is just a small head, and the real source has not yet been found. Naturally, it will not work, but you can rest assured that Jinjin is reliable, and you can trust Jinjin."

Yan Miao sighed again: "Then you can come to my house tomorrow to have a look and find it? The price is easy to negotiate!"

Rong Yinghui stood up and scratched his little curly hair.

I just felt that the scene in front of me was a little familiar.

Yung Yinghui: Have I ever been frightened by Pokémon's panting?

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