Three Treasures Falling from Heaven

Chapter 432 The New Routine of Competing for Favorites
The white puppet cat scolded: "What nonsense, if it weren't for the presidency of Fansi, the little master would not be as healthy as he is now. Do you want the little master to be the same as us? I would rather he be a healthy, happy little baby who likes to eat meat."

The tiger-headed Norwegian Forest Cat thought for a while: "That's true."

At this moment, in the silent bedroom, the man who was lying on the bed with his wife, heard the sound of footsteps, and suddenly opened his deep eyes.

Dangerous cold eyes shot straight at the person who was walking, and found that it was Xiaoroubao, his eyes softened again, a pair of deep black eyes stared at the other pair of clear black eyes, "Do you want to sleep too?"

The Little Bingshan Demon King nodded in a cool and cute way.

I don't know if it's because his son is too quiet and not as noisy as usual. Mo Shaozhen, who never liked his son to grab the bed, stretched out his long arms, and carried the little iceberg devil standing on the bed to the bed, reminding in a low voice: "Close your eyes, sleep, don't make trouble, don't make trouble with you, Mama."

As expected, the Little Bingshan Demon King was neither noisy nor noisy, and was thrown aside by Papa, so he slept peacefully on the other side.

Mo Shaozhen was a little unaccustomed to discovering that his son was not like usual. After being thrown aside, he would squeeze between the two of them aggrievedly and occupy his woman.

Turning around, he glanced at the little Bingshan Demon King who had closed his eyes, and pressed his big palm on his son's forehead, and it was true that he didn't have a fever.

Feeling Papa's generous palm on his forehead, Little Bingshan Demon King opened his sharp eyes.

"What's wrong?" Mo Shaozhen asked his son.

The Little Iceberg Demon King shook his head.

"No concealment or non-reporting."

Little Bingshan Demon King nodded, then shook his head, as if to say: I heard it, but the deity is not sick.

Mo Shaozhen looked at his son for a long time, and said in a deep voice, "Why don't you like talking?"

Little Bingshan Demon King glanced at the corner of his mouth, which seemed to mean: Those stupid mortals died quickly because they talked too much.

Living in the castle all the year round, with no one to chat with or playmates, the Little Bingshan Devil King has long been used to being alone, so how can there be so much nonsense to say to the wall?

It's also downright stupid.

Faced with his son who doesn't like to talk, Mo Shaozhen felt a little embarrassed, moved his position, and said, "Sleep in the middle."

The Little Bingshan Demon King thought for a while, then crossed the big mountain of papa, climbed to the middle of the papa, turned his back to the sky, put his two little hands on his chest, and slept so well that he couldn't say anything.

Mo Shaozhen looked at his son who was not entangled with his wife like an octopus, and put his hand on his small forehead again.

It seems that it is not sick, but bewitched.

"Baba?"

"Ah."

The Little Bingshan Demon King looked at Papa sleeping on his left, and at Ma Ma sleeping on his right, and closed his eyes contentedly: "Take care of Ma Ma."

Then, I added another sentence in my heart: Goodbye.

Hearing his son's voice, Mo Shaozhen was surprised for a second, looked at the child who had closed his eyes and slept, pondered for a moment, stretched out his long arms, and hugged his son and wife in his arms.

At this time, the years are indescribably quiet...

In this way, I took a nap again.

The quiet little baby in his arms suddenly kicked him in a sleepless state, babbling and babbling, muttering in his mouth:

"Aw, honey sauced lion's hooves... Aw, top-quality tiger meat... Aw, roasted whole lamb... Don't go, don't go..."

As he spoke, there was a "burp" sound, and he hiccupped.

(End of this chapter)