Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories

Chapter 1299 Which garlic?

Dealer, "..."

The kindness of the kindness of the merchandise is like a dish.

You are twenty o'clock in the trough, how do you still call the cards.

A picture 5 that should have been given to a child's painting was sent to a friend. He burst, and he should have got 5 children's drawings, took a picture 8, and exploded.

The dealer killed the Quartet, "..."

It shivered.

Not intentional!

People are not as good as days, and the casino has a lot of brains. It’s true that it’s true.

Next, the portrait of the child is the same as that of the person. It is not a burst or a low point. There are always various reasons. The children’s picture should have got twenty-one, but it’s inexplicably exploded.

The dealer wanted to send him a blackjack directly. Who knows what is depressed is that his own bookmaker is also blackjack.

Dealer, "..."

Did the young master just come back to Africa?

This is a bit too dark.

After more than an hour of painting, the children played several projects. The result was that every gambling must be lost. I didn’t win it once. The underwear was almost gone. The children’s painting was very sad. “I don’t really have the life of gambling, I feel very Red, luck is not bad, is this not scientific?"

The dark guards are silent, which is really unscientific.

Come back and forth to the three dealers, you must cheat you to win, you can't win, this is not a black problem, it is quite black.

The dark guards have a long-term heart. "Everything is life."

Child painting, "..."

The children's paintings are ill, they are not interested, they are going to go home, and there is a riot in the casino. A group of people have come in, and the guns are lively. The heads are the little hooligans who were beaten by children's paintings today.

The children's paintings narrowed their eyes. Didn't they report the police and handed them over to the police. He played a few cards and the people released them. This is not good and the momentum is rampant.

"It's him, it's him!" The one who was beaten the most by him saw the children's paintings in the crowd, pointing to the children's paintings and talking to a black girl. The girl's eyebrows were cold and beautiful, and the **** were thin. The waist is long and the legs are super hot. Under the restraint of a tight-fitting body, the bumps are very strong and extremely irritating.

The girl held a long whip in her hand. The tail of the whip fixed a small sharp killer. It was very sharp and cold. She looked at the children's paintings and looked bad.

Ok, Xiaoye is spirited again!

The children's picture turned to the high chair on the side. I wanted to climb up. I felt that I didn't have a face when I climbed up. It seemed that I was very imposing. He unhappyly patted the dark guard, but actually wanted the secret guard to sneak up on him. One, it seems that he has a momentum.

Who knows that the Dark Guard will be wrong, and he will directly hold him up and sit on the high chair, and the two pink legs will sway and sway.

Child painting, "..."

Good luck! ! !

One of them was on the top of the casino and fired two shots.

"Ah!" The people in the casino fled everywhere. The orchid manager was also alarmed. After a hurry, the security guards were busy evacuating the crowd. The orchid pointed down and was mad. "Missy, good, what are you doing?"

The girl in black looked at the children's painting coldly. "This is our business. Don't worry about it! Everyone will give me out immediately!"

The crowd fled very quickly, and the children's paintings were sitting on the high chair in a leisurely mood. In a panic, the children with powder makeup and jade brought a high cold air field, which was very good for the scene.

The children's painting grabbed the candy on the side, slowly tore the package, and threw the candy into the mouth, um, sweet!

"You are the son of the night mausoleum?"

The child painted his ears and asked him, "Which garlic?"

Children's painting: Mommy, there are bad women bullying me, the baby is so scared.

Little Fairy: Mommy still has three seconds to reach the battlefield.

Night Mausoleum: Say good together with X, all let you install it alone.

Child painting: Not satisfied? Come on!

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Hahaha, I can't write a child's drawing anymore, and then write that I want to fall in love with him.

The little fairies voted for the bandits and the refills!

(End of this chapter)