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Although Yan Jiagong took a bag of snacks, it did damage the image, but for the Bomei people to laugh, they could not care.

I bought a good meat buns, and I ate two of them. My eyes were attracted by the dumplings.

Pulling the ink to the end of the narrow shop...

In a short while, the dumplings came up.

The illusion of the face dropped half of the meat buns, happy to eat dumplings.

She has followed Jimo every day for a few days, and she doesn't mention anything to go home anymore. She opens her eyes to eat, sleeps well, and lives happily and happily.

The half of the meat buns rolled under the table. Suddenly, the black ball with a tight gap did not open a hole. Inside, a small hand flashed quickly and the meat buns were caught in the ball. ......

What is the repair of the Moya now? He can feel it in the wind and the range within a few miles.

Not to mention the things around you?

It’s just that he didn’t move.

He has long discovered the mystery of this ball.

There is a living thing inside!

Xiao Yan, who eats and eats, falls asleep every time she eats and eats. After she falls asleep, she eats all the time before and after. Then, in the ball, she will stick out a slender and incredible hand, which is smaller than the baby. The kind that grabs some extra food.

Even if the ink is closed, the meditation is cultivated, and his knowledge is captured. However, he has no sound.

No wonder this purple-order instrument, no one can use it, because it already has a master.

If you don't guess wrong, this little hand is the master.

Such a small variety, there is still a hand, that is, Moya first thought it was a Yaozu, but his body mirror did not respond at all.

Not a demon, it should be a rare race.

What is specific, he has only seen one hand, it is not clear.

Because the ball often steals the food of the fascinating face, the ball is a lot of time to resist the escape. Most of the time, it is no longer rolling.

The illusion drags it, it rolls, and stays quiet without dragging.

Jimo sees that in addition to stealing it, there seems to be no hostility to the illusion, so let alone, give this little girl a pet to raise.

The illusion was eating and eating, and suddenly he reached out and touched the face of Jimo. "Uncle, you look so beautiful!"

Jimo Ya was attacked by her like this many times. After this girl’s IQ was low, there were two big points that were very honest. One was to eat, and the other was sincerely thought that he was good-looking and could not control her pair of hands and face him. call.

After touching it, she put her little hand under her nose and sniffed. "Uncle, your face is so sweet, it is more fragrant than dumplings, uncle, can you eat?"

Jimo is already used to it. "Uncle is a man, how can I eat it? Eat your dumplings."

It is said that it is two big points, or it comes down to one point. Her ultimate goal is still to eat.

As for the words of the uncle, that is, the wife of the Moya does not care, as long as she is called, what is called, he does not matter.

The illusion reluctantly sniffed her hand, and there was no residual scent on her hand...and then burying her head and continuing to eat her dumplings.

Jimo Ya will put the snacks on the table, meat buns, candied haws and the like, pretending to fall to the table accidentally...

Nothing more, it was rolled in by the ball silently.

After throwing four or five, the ball never rolls again, presumably it is full.

Fortunately, the illusion is already a bottomless hole to eat, and then raise a bottomless food, that is, Moya will consider throwing it.

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