Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories

Chapter 1300, I am called the Night Mausoleum

The dark guards gathered around the children's paintings and whispered to the children's painting science, "Little Master, this is the fourth lady of the night generation, called the night joy."

The children’s drawing sighed, “It’s also called the night.”

The secret guard said, "Although the name is night, it doesn't matter in blood. She is the child brought by her wife."

"Oh……"

"It's you!" The night Huanhuan whip a long finger and asked the children's paintings. "The people of Qinglongtang, are you sending people to fight?"

Behind the night Huanhuan, the security guards who stood in a circle of live ammunition, the momentum was awkward, the children's paintings sat on the high chair, gently swaying their legs, and the face of the makeup was a smile.

"Yes, it’s the little boy playing!" The children’s painting refers to the few dark guards next to them. “This group of people, don’t look for the wrong person!”

Dark guards, "..."

Compared to the secrets of the dark guards, the orchids refer to the manager's sweat. Both of them are unsuccessful to the uncle. One is the nightly joy that has always been arrogant, one is never met, but the legendary is amazing. .

No one can afford it! ! !

What is bad luck today!

"I don't look for them, I will find you. Who are you?" Huanhuan asked. "My people will dare to fight, live impatient, you ask the casino manager, dare to move me. People."

She walked over step by step, and there was no fear.

The dark guards of the castle, she did not know.

The children's drawing turned to look at the dark guards. "You, don't learn from Meng Qi, too home, nothing to install X, brush the sense of existence, you can brush your face when you go out, you don't know everyone, I am more fell shame!"

Dark guards, "Little Master, taught!"

In order to let the young master have a face, I must install more X in the future. One tenth of the young masters can't be put in one percent.

"Hey, I am talking to you!" Night Huanhuan is also a small bully at home, the first three brothers, although there is no blood relationship, but this generation is a girl, although the stepmother brought it, the family elders like it very much. .

Coupled with the high means of the wife, the cage is in the hands of the family, the family of the night generation is very fond of the night joy, usually do not know the heights of the sky, no one is in the eye.

"Your people didn't tell you, who am I?" The children's paintings swayed back. "It's quite good. The little man is called the nightingale. I am called the night tomb. Did you hear it clearly?"

Anyway, I have to change my name sooner or later, and I will not know if Mommy should be the first to be crowned.

The night Huanhuan face changed. At first glance, I was looking for the reputation of the night tomb. I came to find the sly, and she sneered. "Jokes, you are obviously the son of Shen Qianshu, even dare to pretend to be a child of the night brother, shameless, today I Let me teach you for your elders!"

She waved her whip and straightly went to the face of the child's painting. The whip was aimed at the face of the child's painting. His whip had a sharp blade, and the face of the child's painting was so bad.

A dark guard caught her whip, and the child's drawing sat on the chair and did not move.

Night brother?

Hehehehe! ! !

"Let's let go!" The night was full of joy and anger. The dark guard clenched her whip and looked cold. "Missnight, please be self-respecting. Our young masters are small and tempered. Don't let us be embarrassed."

"Embarrassed?" Night Huanhuan sneered at the children's paintings. "He is a young master, not the son of the night brother. If I kill him, my night brother will not blame me, let go!"

(End of this chapter)