The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Drinking soup, changing clothes, wiping his face, and soaking his feet, these things usually make him enjoy them, but now they are tormented. Lao Wang is as stiff as a puppet, and after a while he feels like the one that fell into the warm water pot. The frogs in the pot were cooked little by little, turning their belly and emitting heat.

"Hey, that"

"It's late, go to sleep, the water to drink at night is on the table."

"Hey, alas"

The lights are off.

The floor-to-ceiling windows cast a beam of bright moonlight with sharp edges and corners. A round moon just hangs on the top of the skylight. Looking through the skylight, it looks extraordinarily huge. It is the kind of hugeness that fills the entire night sky. Lao Wang couldn't sleep because of tossing and turning. , It may have been as long as an hour to look at the moon, and the other party didn't even blink his eyes. His eyes were already so astringent that he could hear the sound of eyelids rubbing against eyeballs.

Old Wang couldn't help thinking, people say that husband and wife don't have overnight feud, so is there such a possibility that the feud is still there, but the husband and wife are actually gone?
No, it's not right
In order to avoid a worse situation, Pharaoh is ready to give his full body and a certain dignity, stud yang!
Reaching out, boldly, tiptoeing, trembling.
The warm and fragrant nephrite in the quilt.

"Hmm~"

Tai Xiaoyi uttered a sleepy and dull voice, very soft and embarrassing.

Pharaoh posted it cheekily.

"Miss, shall I tell you a joke? It is said that I have a female classmate who lived off-campus in high school. Her parents went back to her hometown to visit relatives and left her there by herself. She was quite timid. One day she came home after evening class. A particularly strong middle-aged man in slippers and a hood followed her all the way with a chain, and even entered the elevator with her. She was very scared, and then the middle-aged man suddenly shook the chain and said: Little girl, don't you Afraid, I——fuck, where is my dog?"

Tai Xiaoyi turned her back, listening to this clumsy little boy-like guy's nervous jokes, she couldn't laugh or cry in her heart.

"It's late, go to bed~um~"

A big sister with a temperament like Tai Xiaoyi can be so smart that she doesn't know how to refuse, even if she has a tender heart, she can still be affectionate and powerful.

Her age, experience, and way of thinking are destined to prevent her from refusing or threatening as easily as a young and energetic little girl. The noise may be useful for a while, but it will always wear down each other's patience and affection.

This is not a cold war or cold violence.

Tai Xiaoyi is using her own way and her own temperament to declare the little emotions she belongs to. Apart from crying and making noise, she has more rational treatment. She is trying to leave more space for herself and him and leeway to avoid escalation of conflicts.

But at this moment, Tai Xiaoyi obviously couldn't calm down.

Lao Wang is doing his best to say good things, working hard like a fat maggot wriggling sideways, and his gentle offensive is definitely going to exhaust his body. Starting from Lao Wang's brain circuit, this is absolutely sincere performance, and fawning.

Put a hand on his waist and patted it: "You just know how to spoil me."

Ecstasy welled up in my heart!

"Miss?"  …

But he couldn't tell that her voice was not quite right. Looking through the moonlight, he found that the little lady's face was full of tears, and her eyes were sad like a mermaid lying on the beach.

Even with a single-minded mind, he knew that the sentence just now was not a love story, and the old man froze: "Little Miss. Me."

In the closed room, the moonlit midnight, and a certain big bastard's heart and lungs, Tai Xiaoyi's intelligence and rationality were quickly driven out, and her emotional threshold was extremely low, so fragile that she could no longer pretend to be indifferent and nothing happened.

Tai Xiaoyi suddenly turned her head and bit Lao Wang's shoulder, biting it creakingly, whimpering: "What do you think of me, you just know how to spoil me, I have followed you, and I have brought you to see my mother, why don't you .return."

"My"

The smooth-tongued Wang is really looking for ideas everywhere, and his mouth is full of garlic, and he can't even babble out a sentence.

Running out of words when it's time for you to speak?
This kind of answer, which is not considered an answer, is completely negative. Tai Xiaoyi pursed her lips, stood up sideways, turned over and rode on Lao Wang's body, her voice was as fierce as a piece of ice.

"The Black Book of the Dead! Bring it!"

"Yes, here it is"

"His name is Huang Yu! You revive him now! Do it!"

"Ah?! Hiss, little lady, slow down, your waist is broken, it will be broken too!"

"Don't talk nonsense! Don't change the subject! You don't need it? Transfer the ownership of the Black Book to me! I will do it myself! He saved my life! Not only did I save him, but I can also give him another life! Just let him see me now This look! Look at what he bought his life for! Don’t you think I want this? I’m shameless! I’m ashamed! I’m mean! I’m mean! Okay! Then I’ll prove it to you!”

"Sister, my sister, don't hiss."

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The Yellow Emperor's Internal Classics said: If the sun and the sky lose their place, the yang qi will lose their life expectancy.

Men will grow up, but tuition fees are occasionally expensive.

If a person's physical body can be easily destroyed or healed, then a person's spirit is neither easily destroyed nor cured.

But now the white and chubby old Wang gave people a feeling that his eye sockets were sunken, as if a layer of hazy blueness radiated from the eye sockets all the way to the face and then to the center of the brows and temples, and he was about to die.

Steel and iron bones, but the soul is out of the body.

Li Cang raised his lower eyelids, buried his head in typing text on the phone, and after a while, there was an emotionless mechanical reading sound from the phone——

"You bastard!"

"Don't you like this mouth?"

"Are you satisfied with me?"

"Bastard! Talk! Don't you usually talk a lot!"

Old Wang's blue face suddenly returned to light, filled with an abnormal black and red, and suddenly felt dizzy in his mind.

"You, you, you are fucking listening to me?"

"Heh, Da Leizi and I were in the worm's nest yesterday."

Li Cang and Li Leisi's physiques are too buggy, well, probably just enough to extend the plot.

Repeated beatings in this cool, paper-thin world did not make Lao Wang's flesh muscular and elastic, but crispy like a sculpture that has been weathered for centuries. The sadness, sadness and even despair in the novel, even the heartless and heartless characters like the old king are still incomplete, leaving a huge psychological shadow area. …

Lao Wang couldn't get the leather up this time.

The kind of heart-wrenching pain and the kind of liver and gallbladder trembling yesterday, thinking about it now, he will feel dry mouth and tongue for more than a season.

Lao Wang is not stupid, she can hear Tai Xiaoyi's determination and extreme, she may be grateful, miss and recall the past, and her complexion will change when she sees the Black Book of the Dead for the first time, but she is really going to use her Death to pay the price and respond to doubts.

Such a young lady cannot be slandered.

In the end, the matter of professional players can be called cowardice, only from the heart!
Old Wang's mouth twisted, he sneered, and his tone was condescending and indifferent: "That guy was a walking corpse when he died, and he's still a walking corpse when he comes back to life. Heh, it's useless to give him a chance."

Li Cang gasped: "Have you really tried Timi?"

"The black scriptures are still here! Ha, I'm not made of mud, I have a temper! I'm just a little girl, can't you just grab her hands and drink? Will she dare to cook if I let her go to the kang?"

"Ah yes yes yes."

Li Cang made a perfunctory voice.

The main course for lunch is Bambi's unreliable parents. Anyway, they are parents who don't want to raise children. We don't make things difficult for you. Let's be well, hello, hello, everyone, warm heart and stomach .

Li Leisi didn't express any opinion on today's Tai Xiaoyi, which was expected by Xiu Mu. She just expressed euphemistically that if she dared to let her eat this kind of stewed meat and barbecue that Miss Qiu didn't bother to come and smell Soup pot please come out and give someone a hot bath idea.

Old Wang nodded like pecking at rice.

(Ps: Let me explain about chapters 923 and 922, and there is no charge for the following.

It's not that the little lady is inexplicable, and it's not that I wrote it inexplicably. I didn't write the whole thing in any obscure or relatively obscure spring and autumn style. I don't know that kind of high-end stuff.

Chapter 922 - The Unexpected Disaster has been written very clearly. The whole chapter is written on this. According to the distance of relatives, the Black Book of the Dead will pull people up. Theoretically, there should only be three people on the first echelon of the reserve team, namely Grandpa Zhong and Li Lace's father and Tai Xiaoyi's ex-husband, the ex-husband's brother's surname is Huang, Huang Yu, who belonged to Li Cangyang, and his wife's old Wang raised them. The actual situation is slightly different, but there is no problem in simplifying it. See Chapter 13 for the incident process -See you at the head, Chapter 39-The disappointment of the king.

So, what do you think Lao Wang was thinking at that time?Why do you think Tai Xiaoyi behaved like this?
Don't ask any more.

AND, won't pull Huang Yuhe to become more powerful. If you have to say it, their chances are even slimmer than Lacang 2.0. There is no such way of writing!
By the way, I would like to complain about myself, the guy with Yin Morton's skills is an unplanned whim, and he has come all the time. Would Yin Morton be worthy of me if he didn't come to the Black Book of the Dead? He thought it could be used in Rao Qifang's retreat, but again I think, the copied version of the Heijing is really inappropriate and unsuitable for our mother, but after writing everything and everything coming out, I have to be responsible for it, and you have to consider the collateral effects it will bring Okay, so what is the biggest impact of this thing?

yes resurrect who
Although I don't write it, maybe no one will remember it, and even if I think about it, they may not care about it, but I definitely can't pass the level in my heart.

I don't know how to write emotional dramas, and my writing skills are limited.

Writing this kind of thing is thankless. I know that some readers will hate this and similar plots very much, but since some things are here, they have to be written. This is the author's last conscience. I have my own ideas and can only Let me say that I will do my best to be perfect and flesh and blood.

In the end, this is a hurricane blown by a butterfly flapping its wings. The reason is that timi is just a small prop on a whim. )