Zhu Shuaiyi exchanged eyes with Meng Xin and others, and the color of helplessness showed.

"Do you really know your energy at such a high level?" Bai Xiaoxi is a passer-by. After wiping the sword, he pinched the little guy's hand and said, "do you run by yourself or do I take you with me?"

"I'll go by myself!" Little guys are small. They may have to take a few steps at a time. Naturally, they will be more tired than them. But the difference between his level 40 and Zhu Shuaiyi and others is not one level. The higher the level, the more powerful he is.

More importantly, the meridians of little meatball have been developed a lot.

How old is it after all? At the time of promotion, it opens itself invisibly, so it contains more energy than the normal two-line powers.

Although Bai Xiaoxi didn't know that he had meridians in his body, he knew his current power level. He held out his hand and said, "in this case, I will keep your baby bottle and the sugar given by sister Meng Xin and brother Zhu Shuaiyi!"

Little guy a listen, reflexively holding his small bag, that round eyes staring at white Creek, as if he is to rob his bad things.

White Creek suddenly feel headache, this little guy also don't know who inherited, didn't see his mother so like to eat.

"You can't eat when you run!"

This words, small meatball this just relaxed tone, happily holding a small backpack, "little uncle rest assured, I will never eat!"

Looking at the little guy staring at the big round eyes, quite innocent color, but with firm.

The corners of Bai Xiaoxi's mouth twitch. He believes that he has a ghost. Only in front of Bai Ling, Li Zhenghao and his mother can he carry out what he said.

So I looked at Bai Shan beside me.

Bai Shan is more and more strict with the little meatball now. She takes a serious look at the little meatball.

A small meatball with a flattering smile, finally took down his small bag, solemnly put it in the hands of white brook, still remember to recite, "little uncle, you must not steal the things of small meatball!"

White Creek speechless looking at this little guy, together in his eyes, everyone and he so miss to eat, at the moment pinch pinch his tender white meat Huhu small face, the meat is soft and smooth, also inherited his mother's face.

Yes, the longer the little meatball grows, the more it looks like his mother Bai Shan, so it's very beautiful. We can only say that the child's appearance is really the same day by day, "snack, you're eating, you really want to grow into a little fat!"

Hearing Bai Xiaoxi's saying, little meatball looked at his little body at the moment, because he was small and soft. Strictly speaking, he was not fat. He was white and tender. He looked very happy.

"Aunt, is little meatball a little fat man?"

Bai Ling looked down at the little guy's fleshy hands and pulled the hem of her clothes. Her round eyes were watery. Obviously, she was very worried about the word "little fat man".

"No!" Bai Ling gently said, stroking his soft hair, "little meatball is the most lovely, the most handsome!"

This words a little guy immediately exposed a small pearl white tender teeth, looks extremely lovely. The round eyes did not forget to look at the white brook, as if to say, uncle, you are not aesthetic.

Looking at Meng Xin's itching heart, she immediately went to pinch the little guy's soft meat.