Marry a princess: Mr.Mo, please take it

Yuan Shao felt a little uncomfortable when he saw that the smelly boy looked like that again. He couldn't offend his master any more. His master was not satisfied with helping Shao Yichen speak. If he pleaded again.

Yuan Shao pulled his lips. He didn't know whether the master would blame him. He took a deep breath and wanted to pat Shao Yichen on the shoulder to comfort the boy. Before reaching halfway, Shao Yichen suddenly raised his head and smiled at Yuan Shao. His expression was unspeakably cute.

"Master, I know. I'll try my best. I won't talk back to Shizu again." Shao Yichen can't forgive Fengjiu dance and like her after a whole night. Similarly, he doesn't resent Fengjiu dance in his heart.

Yuan Shao said this to his apprentice. He said he didn't believe it 100%, but what's the use of not believing it? It just happened, and his apprentice also promised. He was embarrassed not to believe Shao Yichen anymore.

Nodded, the tone was still a little confused, "what do you want to do?"

Shao Yichen blinked and smiled. "Master, it doesn't matter what I do. The point is that Shizu can promise me again."

Yuan Shao's tone became more uncertain after hearing Shao Yichen speak like this. How could he feel that this kind of thing was hanging? Should he believe this smelly boy, or shouldn't he? If the smelly boy says it, his master doesn't agree, it's no big problem. He just feels that if something happens to the smelly boy, he won't end well.

"Master, you have to believe me. I can." Shao Yichen raised a refueling gesture, which made Yuan Shao feel more and more uneasy. He swallowed his saliva and wanted to say something, but Shao Yichen didn't give him any more time to hesitate. He directly turned around and left the place, raised his hand and waved. Three words from Shao Yichen's mouth floated in the air. Don't worry.

After Shao Yichen left, Yuan Shao's face turned black. It's strange that he can rest assured. When Shao Yichen said so, he was even more worried about whether there was any.

After Shao Yichen left for a while, yuan Shaocai came back to his senses and helped his forehead. He hoped that the smelly boy wouldn't make trouble for him again. He couldn't stand the toss of the smelly boy.

Feng Jiuwu was jogging in the garden, followed by a small tail. The small tail chattered after Feng Jiuwu and said, "Sister Feng, you haven't answered me yet."

Mu Xiaoxiao also jogged with Fengjiu dance. There was no sweat or embarrassment on Bi Fengjiu dance's face. Compared with the calm scene, Mu Xiaoxiao was more embarrassed than Feng Jiu dance.

Her hair was a little messy, and her sweat fell to her chin with her hair. God knows that there is a pervert here. Mu Xiaoxiao wailed in her heart. She has been jogging with Fengjiu dance in the wide garden for 20 minutes. She hasn't stopped to rest. It's not that she doesn't want to stop to rest, but that she has to follow Fengjiu dance to keep her from disappearing in her sight, But she was tired. Mu Xiaoxiao compared her current tiredness to that she was going to be tired into a dog. She didn't use her spiritual power to relieve her body, and competed with Fengjiu dance purely with her physical strength.

After running for another five minutes, Mu Xiaoxiao couldn't stand it anymore. He stopped to wheeze and gasp. "No, no, I'm tired. I'm so tired." Put your hands on your knees and breathe.

Feng Jiuwu didn't mean to stop and wait for mu Xiaoxiao. He ran at her pace. Mu Xiaoxiao opened her eyes and looked at the woman who hadn't stopped running for 25 minutes. She didn't know where Sister Feng's perseverance came from, but she knew that Feng Jiuwu didn't jog in other ways, but ran purely by physical strength.

Thinking of this, Mu Xiaoxiao couldn't help taking a breath of air-conditioning. There are such women in the world who are not afraid of anything, and can run for more than 20 minutes, and still look so unchanged.

Although the garden is not small, it is not very big. It is very much like a stadium. There is an oval runway. It was originally a building where people can enjoy the beautiful flowers in full bloom in the garden. In the eyes of Fengjiu dance, this road is for people to run in the morning.

Mu Xiaoxiao stopped and looked at the woman who kept running. The worship in her eyes became brighter and brighter. It was really powerful. She really deserved to be the goddess she liked.

After running for another five minutes or so, Fengjiu dance stopped, looked up at the sky slowly stretched by the sun, took a deep breath, and the corners of her lips pursed. There was no expression on her face. She didn't see the lazy feeling stretched by the sun, nor did she feel relaxed. For her, every day was the same, and there was nothing to look forward to.

Mu Xiaoxiao suddenly found that Sister Feng didn't come. She suddenly felt a little surprised. She stood up and walked to the front. She wanted to find Sister Feng, but she turned a corner. Mu Xiaoxiao saw a scene that she felt unforgettable all her life.

The woman turned her back, looked up at the direction of the sun, narrowed her eyes slightly, and exuded a lonely and cold temperament. People will feel that this is a woman with a story at a glance. Mu Xiaoxiao suddenly remembered four words, beautiful as a picture..

Kemu smiled and didn't care about this, but the woman raised her chin slightly and looked at the slender figure in the sky without any fireworks.

Suddenly, she jumped in her heart. If Mu Xiaoxiao didn't know that she was a woman who liked men, she would be fascinated by Fengjiu dance. Fairy, no, her majesty, she can definitely guess that Sister Feng was born in a family that is definitely not an ordinary family, but a hidden family.

Mu Xiaoxiao secretly took out his mobile phone, pressed the screen a few times, and directly turned on the camera. He wanted to take a picture of the beautiful scene. He had just fixed the frame. When he planned to take the picture, he suddenly found that the beautiful shadow in front of him was gone. He was surprised. He looked around and still didn't find the trace of Fengjiu dance. Mu Xiaoxiao made waves in his heart.

He touched his swollen head and thought about the whereabouts of Fengjiu dance. Suddenly, Mu smiled and seemed to think of something. He quickly turned and looked behind him.

A touch of purple clothes disappeared at the entrance of the garden. Mu Xiaoxiao was stunned. Suddenly, Mu Xiaoxiao stamped his feet. The whole popularity was full. Sister Feng really did. She didn't tell her when she left.

Thinking of this, Mu Xiaoxiao was still a little upset. However, thinking of the strange body method that Fengjiu dance had just left her shooting range, she still couldn't understand when Fengjiu dance left at that time, and she could escape her sight.

Mu Xiaoxiao thought for a moment and directly blamed it on the master's master. She must have some skills. Thinking of this, Mu Xiaoxiao suddenly smiled, directly lifted the air bangs, and raised her legs to chase Fengjiu dance. Regardless of whether she was Shizu or not, she decided that she was her Fengjie.