Supreme Killer Concubine: Feng Po Jiuxiao

Qingyan waved Hanyou down, carried Taoyao to the bedroom, gently put her on the bed, and then uncovered the big towel.

After the towel was uncovered, the pouty, white, tender and pink body looked like a jade doll that had just been carved. cute.

This is... this naked and nothing, okay?

Qingyan pulled the quilt to cover her, found the cage containing Taoyao's clothes, and found a small bellyband from inside. The material was very soft, very soft, bright red, and there were a few peaches embroidered on it, which was similar to hers. Xiao Taojing complements each other beautifully.

Zhuge Canglan asked people to prepare a lot of clothes for Taoyao, such small clothes are basically bright red, the color is very bright, and the patterns embroidered on them are also very interesting.

Qing Nightmare actually had a rare 'elegant mood', carrying those small pockets and looked at the patterns on them one by one.

After reading it, he curled his lips and scorned himself fiercely. He was so mad that he did such a thing.

No matter how young Taoyao was, she was still a girl doll, he was so excited to see a woman's bellyband, oh my god, he must have lost his mind just now.

Qingyan, quickly close the cage, take a small bellyband, put it on Taoyao clumsily, then cover her with a quilt, let her sleep well.

On the other hand, he rubbed his face and tried hard to review the memorial.

The memorials piled up like a hill every day outside made Qingmai Town feel powerless. He really wanted to know how Yutian Xuanhuang managed to handle everything quickly when there was no one to help him on weekdays. Yes, the debris of the demon clan is not much easier than that of the sky clan?

But Yutian Xuanhuang is so relaxed no matter what time, just like this time, no one is looking after the house at home, he can still come and live here for so long, not worried about trouble at all.

Alas, people are more popular than people.

Qingyan was thinking angrily in her heart, writing rapidly with the pen in her hand, her eyes were like radar, she quickly scanned the memorial and swiped a few strokes, expressing her meaning with the fewest words and the simplest strokes.

But if that's the case, so many memorials can't be reviewed in a while.

He has been sitting here for two hours, his back is sore, and the pen in his hand is almost limp, but the memorial is still halfway through.

Qing Nightmare really wanted to tear up all those memorials. I really don't know what those gods are doing with so many memorials when they are busy all day long.More than half of it is trivial and trivial.

For example, a certain fairy said that the son of a certain god broke his own son's arm, please ask your majesty to give his son justice.

Seeing this green nightmare, I really want to go crazy, your sister, two boys fight, this is a normal thing, a fairy breaks an arm, a broken leg, it is not easy to grow back, you still write a booklet you write a Yarn.

What's even more absurd is that the husband of a certain female fairy has a mistress outside, and she actually asked him, a heavenly king, to give her justice.

Oh my god, Qingmao has nothing to say. These people don't understand what housework is.

In the past, when Qingyan saw this kind of memorial, she would review it, but now she just throws it away.

However, he really doesn't even want to look at it, it's too polluting for his eyes, it seems that he has to find a way to make those gods who send their housework to dogs all day long be more honest.