Wild Malicious Consort: Good For Nothing Ninth Miss

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Chapter 129 The Son of the National Teacher

The cloud dance also throws away and throws Jin Yuanbao over.

After taking over the heavy gold ingot, the strong man couldn't help but look at the clouds and dance to the past.

This is too smooth, right?

"Right, remind you, before going out, let Auntie first raise the chest pad. Otherwise, this is the stomach can not be separated from the chest, it is too unprofessional."

Throwing such a paragraph, Yunwu mouth turned and smiled and left.

The mother and son who stayed in the same place did not want to understand at first, what did that mean?

Until the two eyes glanced at the chubby belly of Xu Xuniang, when they understood it, the face suddenly turned green and purple.

The cloud dance figure has disappeared into the crowd.

On the second floor of the attic of a restaurant in the distance, the scene just after was taken into account by a pair of master servants.

"The son, I didn't think of this border town. Some people dared to slap the women of the good house on the street. It is really a worldly race, and the scum is mostly."

On the second floor of the attic, a white boy, about ten years old, looked at the departing cloud dance and frowned.

"Xiaoqing, I didn't tell you, take your temper and take care of it." It was a gentle and cool voice.

The boy in white is dissatisfied with a grin, but he still looks back and looks at his own master. "The son, a natural vision more than a month ago, the national teacher and the great master, this place in the afternoon, you will meet your relationship." People, this is all the time. Do you see which one is yours?"

The man did not answer.

I saw that he was not too slow, slowly picked up the cup in front of him and stretched it under the veil.

Xiaoqing saw his master, and it was always like that the wind was so light and gentle, and the heart could not help but be anxious.

His son is the son of the national priest who had the "first prophet of God" in Zhou Dynasty. He should have been the son of Tianjiao, but because of some reason, he wore a white veil from a young age, and even the door was rarely seen.

But more than a month ago, after his family was attacked by the monks, the National Teacher suddenly became overjoyed.

It turned out that it was the **** disaster that made him calculate. Today in this city, when he is in this restaurant, his master will meet his good people and get rid of the fate of his life.

Waited for a long while.

It’s time to see it. This year-old restaurant, which has always been lively and bustling, is so cold and clear today that even a young woman with a handsome appearance is not there. How can Xiaoqing’s personality of “the emperor not be anxious and urgent” can be quiet.

"Gongzi, I will go downstairs to see if there is a suitable girl, I will come up..."

Said, did not wait for the man to open, the small figure hurriedly planned to go downstairs.

But he just walked to the stairs and ran into a figure.

When I look at it, I can't help but frown, and I'm in front of the cloud dance. The sound of disgusting sounds; "It's your scum, what are you doing here?"

Seeing a cloud dance of men's clothing, Xiaoqing suddenly felt that the sloppy scum of "he" seemed to be the mouse cockroach that would pollute his master's son, the pot of **** soup, which was very annoying.

The cloud dance that was blocked by the road, inexplicably looking at the boy who was pulling the door, she didn't seem to know him?

But still faintly said: "When you come to the restaurant, of course, come to eat, or come to the cottage?"

"You..." The boy was discouraged. "You went to other places to eat. You didn't see my master's son here. We wrapped up on the second floor."