My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker Chapter 4: The seven hundred and twenty-seventh

They fell asleep, and no one paid attention to Qiao Mu and Mo Lin anymore.

Qiao Mu entered the Taoyuan Star and drew the talisman for a long time, and made several furnaces of Huiling Pills. After calculating that the time should be almost the end, he took a nap.

When I came out, the genius outside was brightened.

Prince Mo, who was sitting on the wooden board meditating, slowly opened his eyes when he felt her breath move.

Seeing that there is a small chubby pendant hanging on her body, I can't help but feel a little speechless.

The pendant is just the little monk who hugged Mr. Jojo and didn't let go. The little guy slept with trembling eyelashes, and his mouth was half drooping, as if he was talking about something in a dream.

"Why did you bring him out?" Moline quickly reached out and took the little monk who was hanging on her.

The little guy frowned in his sleep, and smashed his mouth, as if he was very dissatisfied with a hard stretch from a soft cushion!

Master Jojo gave the little guy a helpless look.

Since she entered the Taoyuan Star, the little monk has followed a hot potato that can't be shaken off, and has been following her all the time, plus all kinds of thoughts.

Qiao Mu really had nothing to do with him, so he simply brought him out.

Now the little monk is sleeping very sweetly.

Qiao Mu stepped forward and touched his sleek head, his head felt bright, "Or, let's let the little monk go vulgar!"

"Look at him when he was a monk, he used to talk all day long, maybe after he returned to vulgarity, he wouldn't talk so much."

Mo Lin really wanted to roll his eyes, but he still held back, "He is not a little monk who loves to talk, but he loves to talk, so it's useless to be a beggar or an emperor. I am afraid that the problem of narration cannot be corrected."

Arbors:...

Well, she has to admit that Moline has some truth in what she said.

At the age of three, seeing the old, shouldn't the little monk grow up and talk more, right?

As soon as he thought that he might be in his sixtieth year and still have to listen to the old monk's rants, Qiao Mu felt that his whole person was a little unwell!

When the day was clear, Mo Lin brought the cooked porridge into the wooden shed, and saw the little monk who was sleeping soundly wrapped in a small cotton jacket on the wooden bed, and fell from the wooden bed with a grunt...

Merlin couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth, and just about to lift him up, she saw the little monk turning over and sitting on the ground.

A pair of blank eyes looked at him at first, then the small mouth squashed, and babbled open, "The female donor is running away again!"

When Qiao Mu came in with a small set of clean clothes, he happened to hear the words of the little monk and couldn't help rolling his eyes, "What is it called, here it is."

The little monk stood up from the ground on her own, took a short leg and ran to Qiao Mu, hugged her body, and cried out grievously, "Female donor, why are you short again!" "

Molin:...

"You are short!!"

Early in the morning, I heard Joe Joe's full-fledged roar, and the little fat man who was washing outside almost swallowed a mouthful of mouthwash.

"Eh, eh, brother, last night, was it my dizziness? I seemed to see the eighteenth girl who was half-stretched, flaring his teeth and claws in front of my eyes!" The little fat man wiped his face and endured it. I couldn't help but get close to Lu Yu and winked at him.

Brother Lu Yu glanced at him blankly, "You are not dazzled."

"I knew it was my dizziness!" The little fat man smiled.