Mo Lian couldn't help laughing and raised her hand to her little daughter-in-law. She whispered in her ear, "it's OK. Go back and wash it for her husband!"

The guy with a thief's heart but no thief's courage, the tree glanced at him and raised his chin proudly, "then come on! No, it's a dog. "

Mo Lian:

The little guy is getting worse and worse. He can't stand it now and then.

"When I finish forging your ink, I will go back to Shenzhou immediately." Mo Lian rubbed the little guy's head and said, "in half a month, no matter how much uncle 2 likes to buy, it's time to buy enough."

The tree wanted to laugh a little, but said without any expression, "Well! Then you may as well forge in Yulan star and find a quiet place. Don't affect the cultivation of elder martial sisters. "

Ink lotus a Leng, immediately also smiled, "right! In this way, I don't need to rush. I can also study it carefully to see if I can improve the quality of this secret silver. "

"I'm not sure that you can forge it into the eight level fire spirit first, and then inlay it."

The difference between the first level and the first level is ten thousand li. The little guy's eyes are bright when he hears the words. "OK, you forge it. I'll go back to shun Tianfu, and we'll do it separately."

Mo Lian said "well," don't forget to say it over there

After a group of people searched Jiang Hong's house and returned to their small house, it was almost bright.

The arbor let Zou Huan and Qi Hua rest for two hours first.

As soon as she settled down, there was a knock on the door.

When he opened the door, Dunzhu leaned against the door and wiped the old sweat's gasping breath. "What's the matter? It needs 800 li of urgent communication Yufu to keep shouting!"

As he said, he went to the garden with no idea. "Is there any tea? I'm dying of thirst! "

The tree raised his fist and made a stroke behind his head.

Don't know why, see that piece of "Geng Pengcheng" face of Dunzhu, think of him as a sea flat meal!

Mo Lian laughs and pulls down her small hand. She looks back at the care hall that she cowers and follows in.

The sight fell out of the door for a moment, and then a black shadow flashed from the corner of the wall.

Mo Lian's eyes fell back, showing a sneer.

The tree kicks the door with legs outstretched, takes the husband's hand and strides towards the stump in front of the stone table.

"You will be in charge of the care hall in the future." When the tree saw Dunzhu holding the kettle and drinking several cups of tea, it couldn't help but stare, "do you hear me?"

"I hear, I hear my grandma." Dun Zhu nodded repeatedly, and approached them with a smile. "Little master, do I want to stay here for a while and rectify the affairs of the comfort house?"

"Of course." The tree threw him a white eye, "we set out to return to shun Tianfu in the afternoon. When we pick up the little yellow crane, we will go to Shenzhou. "

"Ah, so fast!" "Small master, are you going to be a hand shaking shopkeeper?" said Dun Zhu

The tree hummed, raised his hand and clapped Dunzhu on the shoulder, turned to look at the ink lotus, and called "husband!"

Mo Lian couldn't help laughing.

Knowing that the little guy is impatient to talk to him again, he beckoned to him, "come here, I'll tell you something."

"Keep this token." Mo Lian handed him a blue amulet. "You stay here and take good care of the affairs of the sixth mansion."

"You, you all go."