Take your son to get married

Chapter 270 The Mystery of the Blood Sword 1
The spirit grass of the Mu clan has spirituality, he knows this, but the spirit grass of the human race is pure spirit grass, without spirituality, what is going on in the current situation?

"Line up, line up, don't squeeze them all over, I have no place to stand." The fat baby squatting on Feng Shukuang's shoulders grinned and shouted at the spirit herbs below.

"Hey, can this fat boy talk to you?"

"His main body seems to be a spiritual herb..."

"It's so strange, the spiritual grass that turns into a human..."

"That's a human being. How can a human being be so small? He just doesn't look like one..."

The spirit grasses who could understand Fat Baby's words were amazed. While surrounding Mo Qianchen, they looked at Fat Baby curiously.

These spirit grasses are basically three or four hundred years old, and they are not of high level. They are not as intelligent as those high-level spirit grasses in Mo Qianchen's space, and they are only equivalent to the state of human dolls. The Emperor Spirit of the Wood, not only was not afraid, but ridiculed him in a hurry.

The fat baby immediately twisted his face when he heard the words, and actually said that he looks nothing like that, I beat him up.

"Haha." Mo Qianchen couldn't help laughing, and simply sat in the medicine garden, letting the surrounding spirit grass surround her.

Feeling the fat baby's anger and seeing Mo Qianchen's joy, Feng Shukuang raised the fat baby and frowned when he sat down next to Mo Qianchen: "Your mother can understand these weeds?"

"Well, mother can communicate with them." Fat Wattle replied Feng Shukuang while threatening those little spirit grasses with his fist.

Feng Shukuang listened to the words and looked sideways at Mo Qianchen. At this moment, Mo Qianchen was caressing the flowers next to him, and turned his head to look at him with a smile that was not a smile. There was complete belief in his eyes.

The astonishment on Feng Shukuang's face gradually turned into a kind of arrogance, a kind of pride that was so honorable. He stretched his big hand around Mo Qianchen's shoulders, put Mo Qianchen half in his arms, and said proudly: "I The wife is the best."

My wife is the best.

The seven words are very concise, very powerful, full of pride, and full of pride.

Laughing, Mo Qianchen leaned on Feng Shukuang's shoulder, and smiled brightly when he heard that she was able to communicate with any spirit grass, Feng Shukuang had no doubts, no surprises, and didn't look at her like a monster, just so twice Trembling with pride, this simply warms my heart.

At that moment, he couldn't help but smiled and looked sideways at Feng Shukuang and said, "Aren't you surprised?"

Feng Shukuang lowered his head and stole a kiss on the corner of Mo Qianchen's mouth, shrugged his shoulders and said, "It's a bit strange, but it's unique."

His wife is able to communicate with any spirit grass, this is his family Qianchen's ability, no matter how he came or how he got it, he is very happy with you.

Although he knew that Mo Qianchen could communicate with the grass and trees at the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains of the Mu Clan, but at the time he thought that the grass and trees of the Mu Clan were different. proud of.

"It's so unique." Mo Qianchen said softly, raised his head and kissed Feng Shukuang's chin, and knew that his Feng Shukuang was different.

"Oh, Xiao Chenchen, don't flirt, where is our food..."

"That is, don't forget the old grass when there are newcomers..."

"Quick, quick, let's eat...",

(End of this chapter)