"With the finest spirit soap, dirty is nothing, like washing cabbage, Xiao Shimei, Red Fortune God is very good to you, I heard that he sent you a lot of good spirit soap!" The words of Qianjian's sister, who was accompanied by the sword of the No. 1 hospital and the royal medicine, looked so sorrowful.
A ten-year-old little girl, who can be a fellow practitioner of five, is still in the eye and is too hurtful.
Ming Mist Yan did not hide, nodded. "I am giving me a lot. If the sisters go to sweep the stables, I will send you some."
Tanya smiled and took a look at the shoulders of Mingwuyan. "Little fools, they have already passed the stage to sweep the stables. They just take a hand and have hundreds of royal beads every day. You have no courses. When, let me go with me!"
Mingwu nodded. "Why are you going to the racecourse? Do you like horses?"
Tanya smirked, "This is a secret!"
Qianjiao did not have a good spirit: "What secret is not to secretly love the spirits of the spirits who are responsible for stocking the spirits. I want to be close, look at a few more eyes."
Tanya is not annoyed, and admitted it in one bite. "Yes, that's it. But some people like the brothers, but they can't admit it."
"You..." Qianjiao's sister stood up excitedly, and some of them panicked and glanced at the white shrine sitting there.
There was a disappointment in the white sputum, but nothing was said. I took a few mouthfuls of rice and went back to the room. It was obviously unhappy.
Mingwuyan immediately understood that this white sister may have liked the brother of Qianjiao, and he did not know what kind of person this gentleman would be, and the brother of the spirit.
After dinner, everyone went back to the room, and the misty face went to the space for a bath. Then he squatted on the ground and studied the tub filled with spar. This tub was placed in the space and was smashed into a float. The bath was soaked in the pool for a night, and it glowed more and more, and it took out the space at night, feeling like a huge illuminator.
"What the hell is this?" Ming Wuyan said to himself.
I couldn't study it. She took the piece of ink again and looked at it. She was surprised to find that the shape of the ink pad had changed. It was spread out in front of her own eyes, like a piece of stationery with a small print on it. She couldn't help but read the sound. "This is the net spirit basin. It can be used to deodorize and preserve the fresh Lingshi. Whatever it looks like, no matter how long, it will look like it!"
The fog of the fog and doubts is so difficult, can it be difficult to answer this self?
What does it look like when you put it in, what does it look like? This function is really great, if it can be transformed into a refrigerator, it would be great.
After thinking about it, she asked again: "What is the Sanli Excalibur? How to use it?"
After she said that she carefully stared at the thin red ink of the letterhead, I saw that the original line of words was suddenly wiped away, and the new words appeared again.
"First drop the blood to recognize the Lord, and then manipulate with your will and spiritual power. You can't do it for the time being. If you have any questions at any time, you can use your fingers to write on the ink pad, I will reply immediately!"
The eyes of the bright fog are wide, it seems that this ink is really a baby!
After thinking about it, she first used her own thoughts to pick up her own fingers and confessed to the Lord with Sanli Shenjian. When she clearly felt the sword shaking, she was very happy. Self satisfaction.
Snow, which is thousands of miles away, couldn't help but hook the lower lip. This girl is really a small thing that is easy to satisfy.
The Red Devil saw him laughing, and some strange words: "You can watch it over as soon as you are empty. There are no end to it! Your own person, what is the Imperial Academy, can't you slowly raise it by yourself?"
"Not yet time!" Xue Yihan retracted his gaze and stared at the fairy goddess in his hand. I saw a strange problem.