Chapter 3127 4.727 Female Donor, You Are Short Again

They fell asleep, and no one paid attention to Qiao Mu and Mo Lian.

Qiao Mu entered Taoyuan Star and drew talismans for a long time, and made several furnaces of Huiling Elixir. After calculating that it was almost time, he took a nap.

When they came out, the genius outside was dimly lit.

Sitting on the wooden board, Prince Mo, who was meditating, felt her breath move and slowly opened his eyes.

Seeing a chubby little pendant hanging on her body, she couldn't help feeling a little speechless.

The pendant was the little monk who held Mr. Qiao Qiao tightly and didn't let go. The little guy slept with his eyelashes trembling, his mouth half drooping, as if he was complaining about something in a dream.

"How did you bring him out?" Mo Lian quickly reached out and took the little monk hanging from her.

The little guy frowned in his sleep, smacked his little mouth, and seemed very dissatisfied that he had changed from a soft cushion to a stiff one!

Lord Qiaoqiao glanced at the little guy helplessly.

Since she entered Taoyuan Star, this little monk has been following her with a hot potato that can't be shaken off, plus all kinds of things can't stop.

Qiao Mu really had nothing to do with him, so he simply took him out.

The little monk was sleeping very sweetly at the moment.

Qiao Mu stepped forward and patted his round head, and his head suddenly flashed, "Or, let's let the little monk return to the vulgarity!"

"You see when he was a monk, he talked about it all day long. Maybe he will not talk so much after returning to the secular world."

Mo Lian wanted to roll his eyes, but he held back, "It's not that he likes to talk as a little monk, it's because he loves to talk, so it's useless to be a beggar or an emperor, what's wrong with his talking I'm afraid it can't be changed."

arbor:……

Well, she had to admit that Mo Lian made some sense.

Seeing old age at the age of three, shouldn't the little monk love to talk about it more and more as he grows up?

When he thought that he might be in his sixtieth year, he had to listen to what the old monk was talking about, and Qiao Mu felt that the whole person was not very good!

When the sky was clear, Mo Lian brought the cooked porridge into the wooden shed, and saw the little monk wrapped in a small cotton jacket sleeping soundly on the wooden bed, planted from the wooden bed with a thud...

Mo Lian couldn't help but twitched the corners of her mouth. Just as she was about to step forward to pick him up, she saw the little monk turned and sat up from the ground.

A pair of dazed eyes first focused on him and looked at him, then with a small mouth flattened, and howled, "The female benefactor has run away again!"

When Qiao Mu came in with a small set of clean clothes, he happened to hear the little monk muttering, and couldn't help rolling his eyes, "What's it called, it's here."

The little monk stood up from the ground, took his short legs and ran to Qiao Mu, hugged her body, and cried out in grievance, "Girl, why are you short again!"

Merlin:  …

"You are short!!"

Hearing Jojo's angry roar early in the morning, the little fat man who was washing outside almost swallowed a mouthful of mouthwash.

"Eh, eh, brother, last night, did I get dizzy? I think I saw the eighteenth girl who was half-stretched, showing her teeth and claws in front of my eyes!" The little fat man wiped his face and couldn't help but approach Beside Lu Yu, winked at him.

Brother Lu Yu glanced at him blankly, "You don't have dazzling eyes."

"I knew it was my dazzling eyes!" The little fat man smiled.