Chapter 271
Chapter 271
Whoosh!
Fang Mo quickly ran to the side of Ye Qingcheng, smiled, pointed to the two dolls and said, "will this doll also become fine? I don't mean, this thing is not allowed..."
Ye Qingcheng gave him a white look, just like looking at an idiot.
Then she smiled and said, "are you stupid? Do you think a series of stones can become essence? Or do you think your mind has completely regressed to the age of five or six? Don't you see? It's smeared with the blood of monsters or zombies. Can it not be gloomy if these things exist?"
After hearing this, Fang Mo began to observe carefully.
Soon, he found that ye Qingcheng was telling the truth.
The top of these two dolls seems to be smeared with a lot of things by some terrible thing, especially some red things.
It seems extremely gloomy and terrible.
got it.
It's because of this.
He nodded, turned to Ye Qingcheng and said, "haven't you just found out? You know, as a powerful person, sometimes his strength is on his fist, which has nothing to do with his eyes."
He's proud.
Of course, he does have a proud capital.
But that's in front of others.
Ye Qingcheng glared at him fiercely, and then sneered: "powerful people can become weapons to use, not just their hands, but also their feet, eyes, nose and mouth. They just develop their hands. If you go on like this, you can't even see the fast attack in the future. How can you fight?"
"What a waste!"
Fang Mo opened his mouth, secretly approached Ye Qingcheng and said, "can we not say that? It's embarrassing, and there are so many people here. Let's go back and talk about it. Give me some face. I remember you used to give me face."
Ye Qingcheng's eyes turned and then said, "OK, Xiao Yan!"
Poof!
Fang Mo almost spewed out a mouthful of old blood.
In the past, he also read novels. He was very familiar with the characters in the novels.
Xiao Yan, the founder of waste logistics, is called... Xiao waste.
And now.
Although he changed his name, Fang Mo felt even more uncomfortable.
How can a person have anything to do with a monster when he has a beautiful sister?
Eh!
Fang Mo thought of something wrong again. Thinking about ye Qingcheng and the thing that might have an affair with Xiao Yan, he understood.
Sometimes, monsters can be beautiful.
The most important thing is that Fang Mo is a little better than him. At least his wife is really transformed from people, but she is not the same as him.
Thinking of this, he was happy.
"Tamp the goods!"
Ye Qingcheng tilted his lips and said something gently, but the smile in his eyes betrayed her.
Tut!
So, are you experiencing people's feelings?
Or is it an unruly girlfriend who tries her best to show her emotions, even if it's only a little, it's as big as the scorching sun?
I see
Fang Mo finally understood.
Why did ye Qingcheng start to get into trouble.
Without him, just because ye Qingcheng once said.
"If one day, I unfortunately become a terrible old witch, what will you do?"
At that time, his answer was, of course, forgiveness.
The face is just an external expression. He likes the inside. But first, he wants to vomit for more than ten days. At that time, he should be able to face everything calmly.
At that time.
Ye Qingcheng almost didn't kill him.
Then, she said in a later conversation, "what if one day I become a person with a strange temper for the sake of my face? I mean, the vent of my temper just wants to restore my feelings as soon as possible. What do you think?"
"This is acceptable, at least more acceptable than the old witch before." Fang Mo replied.
He almost followed in the footsteps of the psychologist.
But even so, he was broken two fingers as punishment.
Now remember these words, Fang Mo will understand.
Why did she become grumpy, or begin to vent her emotions.
Obviously, she's getting her feelings back.
Which is better to fall in love with an emotional old witch or a cold beauty?
Don't choose the latter decisively!
Since you chose it yourself, hold it.
"What do you think of? You look like an angry daughter-in-law. People who don't know think my family has raped you. Why, you dare to stare at me and believe it or not?" Ye Qingcheng stood there with a cold face and a touch of expectation in his eyes.
What do you expect?
Fang Mo doesn't know.
Anyway, at this time, just do one thing is enough!
He held her in his arms with open arms and said softly, "I like you. When will you marry me?"
"Start again!"
"Alas, sin, we are all single, but such an excellent man, unexpectedly..."
"My God."
"Don't let people live."
"Woo woo, it's clear that people can take the lead. Such an excellent man has been taken down."
"You used to be a high cold fan. If you guessed right, you might despise him when you saw him before. It's me. You see, my boyfriends are very ordinary, because I believe that ordinary is the most miraculous. It's the best to create miracles with them."
"So? You're most likely? You can pass that level?"
Several girls turned their eyes.
At this time.
Seeing that Bai Yuqing kicked out a kick mercilessly, he sneered and stared at Fang Mo who fell on the ground, disdained to say, "can you do it? I don't even have the idea of preparedness. Forget I told you that the people around me can't be trusted in this world?"
No pain.
It really doesn't hurt at all.
Compared with the previous time, Fang Mo really didn't feel at all.
She even felt that she had slightly reduced her strength a lot.
He patted the soil on his body, as if nothing had happened, stared at the front and said, "come on, I seem to notice a strong breath."
This is to ease the embarrassment and
He really felt it.
The horror of that breath made him think of the destructive beast he met when he completed the second stage of evolution.
No, I should say it's an eight claw freak.
The feeling of destroying the giant beast was that he could easily crush him, but it was an eight clawed monster, which was similar to his power at that time. He could fight!
That breath is equal to him.
But that's scary enough.
Considering that he took the lead and that ye Qingcheng, a passer-by, helped him, we have today, and each other depends on themselves.
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