The Two-Faced Venerate Emperor

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This is a new life.

It is a small life that belongs to his most beloved woman!

Maybe he can try to accept it in another way?

damn it!

He compromised!

He compromised again!

In the case of her, no matter what principle and dignity, there is no such thing as an endless compromise.

Jimo has some meanings, turning his head and not wanting to see the illusion, "Do you really want to give birth to it?"

The tone is hard.

The illusion of the face wiped his nose and tears with his white sleeves. "Well, life... must be born... You must let me live, I hate you forever."

Jimo brought her up from the ground. "Then you won't run in the future, you will kill it when you run."

Make up one sentence, "get born and die!"

In order to avoid a corpse and two lives, now it seems that I want to kill it, it is no good, it is already so big, it seems to be five or six months...

The illusion is that I have an auditory hallucination. What does Moya mean? Did he agree?

He agreed that she gave birth to a baby?

Does he really agree that she gave birth to a baby?

I cried, cried and laughed, grabbed the neck of Jimo, and licked his nose and tears. "Well, don't run, never run, oh, husband, you are the best husband in the world, I And the baby will always love you. Hey, baby, you finally don’t deny you, you don’t want to mess up, it hurts me...”

It’s also magical, and after the words of the illusion, the stomach that Moya touched the illusion gradually calmed down.

The fetus inside did not move again.

Even at the palm of Jimo’s palm, I’m at the top, and I’m extremely close.

Jimo is filled with a wonderful feeling.

He is twenty-six this year. He is a very young person in the field of cultivation, but the ordinary people in the secular world are already children.

If this is his child, it would be fine.

unfortunately……

That is, the look of the ink is cold again, "Cry and laugh again, ugly."

The illusion lifted his head, and he licked it, and kissed him on his face, and he did not know how to stick to his wet liquid.

"You control me ugly and ugly, anyway, my husband is handsome and beautiful..."

Jimo has been smiling for the first time in a few days.

"Continue to flatter, see if I can't spare you, and give me the tokens that I have given you, and want to run!"

"Don't run, Feng Yuling returned it to me. This is mine!" The illusion turned to grab the Feng Yuling from Jimo's sleeves and did not grab it.

"If you want to throw it, you will throw it back. If you want to go back, you will return."

The illusion is a rogue, directly support the upper body, and then go to grab, that is, Moya single holding her, the other hand holding the feather bell, not let her get it.

The illusion is a slap in the face, not rushing.

I picked up my stomach again. "Hey, husband, I am not alive? Am I flashing to the waist? Is the baby twisted, ah, I am going to die, I have to die without a feather bell." The disease is so terrible..."

Jimo squinted, so it was so good to look at her in a cool, cool look.

The illusion of fascination suddenly took Feng Yuling to the hand and put it into the storage ring.

The whole person is also spirited, his stomach is not hurting, his body is not uncomfortable, and he does not feel where he is going to die.

Breaking into laughter, pulling on the sleeves of Jimo, "Fo Jun..."

Jimo still maintains that position, that look, looking at her brazen.