Chapter 1092

Mo Jue reaches out her little hand and points to the direction of Luo Yunxiao's departure. Mu Yan chuckled, "what little white face? Little boy, I'm not polite at all. This is my little martial uncle. " Said, but also patted his little butt. How could mojue, like Qihuang, always like to ask little martial uncle to be a little white face. Where did the emperor receive the treatment of being patted, his blue eyes suddenly widened. "You, don't be rude..." Muyan saw that he was stretching his small face, bulging his cheeks and trying to release his authority. He couldn't help laughing. Why did Mo Jue look more and more like Emperor Ming Jue? She couldn't help kissing the white face and said with a smile, "I'm being rude." Mo Jue's small face suddenly rose red, but the momentum of the whole body was like a punctured ball, leaking light“ Anyway, I hate that little white face He gritted his teeth and said, "you mustn't get too close to him!" Muyan laughed more happily, "why? Is it because he looks better than you? "“ He looks better than me? " Mo Jue's whole body was about to explode, "you, you said it wasn't him you just thought about!" I'm unique in appearance. I'm just a little white face. What's more beautiful than I am! Jun Muyan, are you blind? Still want to climb the wall?!!! Mo Jue is about to explode. If he is the body of Emperor Ming Jue now. We must knead this woman in our arms and punish her severely. Let her know who is the best looking!! When Mu Yan heard his angry accusation, he was stunned at first, and then burst out laughing, "do you think the person I just said is little martial uncle? How come? I haven't even seen my little martial uncle cook, OK She was silent for a moment, and the smile in her voice subsided. The only thing left was the tender tenderness, and the thought with a touch of sadness, "I'm talking about my fiance."“ Once upon a time, when he was by my side, he would always cook many delicacies for me. His cooking skills are very good. No matter how ordinary the ingredients are, they will become delicacies in his hands. But I was born with no culinary talent... "" later, I was forced to separate from him, so far I have never seen him again, and I have never tasted such delicious food again. " Mu Yan's voice is light, light, but it seems to be holding a rare treasure, gently care, careful memories. She didn't find that, with her narration, the anger on Mo Jue's face had already been heard. It was completely replaced by a kind of blazing emotion that seemed to overflow. The hands on the side of the body tightly clenched into fists, and the veins loomed. The long eyelashes hang down to cover the surging heartache and missing in the blue eyes“ Do you want the first prize in the lingchu competition, I'll help you win it? " The children's voice is crisp and tender, but with a hoarse voice. Muyan recovered from his missing, but he couldn't help laughing at shangmojue's resolute expression: "forget it! It's not sure if you can hold the spatula or not, just because you're so small Mo Jue didn't get angry this time. Instead, she put her arms around her neck and said in her ear, "no, I'll give you whatever you want." Mu Yan's heart suddenly jumped. At that moment, she had the illusion that emperor mingjue was talking in her ear.