Roll at the apex of the paranoid emperor

Chapter 542 I will throw you to the big devil after you are born!

Lan Jin'er squatted down, and said softly to the little milk bag: "Baby, we will live here from now on."

Little Milk Bag: "Where's Dad?"

Lan Jin'er gritted her teeth, "Wherever he likes to go!"

Jade dragon head is such a precious thing, if you say give it away, you can give it away!
Her biological son was by her side, yet why didn't she tell her.

It made her often think about it day and night, which peerless and extraordinary woman gave birth to such a cute baby with a small milk bag.

The little naibao stared at Lan Jin'er, blinked, and asked naively, "Mom, aren't you afraid of being locked up?"

Lan Jin'er: "The entire Qingyin Pavilion is mine! He should worry about whether he will be imprisoned."

Little milk bag: "..."

Dad is so poor!
Lan Jin'er changed out of her cumbersome dress and into a casual outfit, and took the little guy downstairs for dinner.

Lan Jin'er and Xiao Nai were the only ones who wrapped the huge dining chairs on the dining table.

As for the Year of the Cold Owl...

From the day Lan Jin'er kicked him out of the main villa, he began to eat alone in a room in another courtyard.

"Baby, eat more." The girl sandwiched a piece of glutinous rice balls for Xiaonaibao.

The starry eyes stared at the little milk bag, and there was a sparkle in his eyes.

Xin Hao's little milk bag always thought that she was the mother who gave birth to him.

She didn't need to explain more about the little milk bag.

Lan Jin'er's headache now is how she should face her parents as the master of Qingyin sect.

If you tell them directly, [-]% will scare her parents.

Back then, the reason why she was prevented from being with Han Xiaonian was nothing more than that Han Xiaonian had a special status.

No matter how special Han Xiaonian's status was, he was only a deputy sect master.

And she is even more special than Han Xiaonian.

If she becomes the pavilion master, she might scare her mother's soul out.

Thinking of the pavilion master, Lan Jin'er felt even more headache.

In the three games, the Jiutian Sect Master and the Dijun Sect Master each won one game, and she has already lost the opportunity.

Tomorrow there is only the sect master competition left, but she is still pregnant with the baby, so she may not be able to beat the emperor.

I am afraid that the position of pavilion master will fall into the hands of the emperor.

The girl looked down at her lower abdomen, patted her stomach, and said, "Be quiet for me tomorrow! Otherwise, after you are born, I will throw you to the big devil!"

"..." The little milk bag who was eating dinner raised his head and stared blankly at Lan Jin'er.

……

Early the next morning, Lan Jin'er rushed to the training ground. The number of people today was more than yesterday.

The four sect masters compete in person, which is rare in a thousand years, so naturally they all want to witness it.

To avoid being known by Han Xiaonian that he came to this kind of place, and Han Zefeng who didn't want to lie on the eaves of the wall to witness the scene, Dong Shi imitated Lan Jiner's disguise and mixed into the scene.

Han Zefeng had a bushy beard, a pair of glasses, a black suit, and a cane in his hand.

Han Zefeng's two younger brothers also dressed up and planned to sneak into the scene with Han Zefeng.

The two special elites guarding the gate reached out to stop them, "Who are you?"

Han Zefeng: "#%@&#$+..."

"..." The two special elites looked at each other in confusion.

"..." followed the two subordinates behind Han Zefeng.

"I come from the country of Bixibala in Africa." Han Zefeng used both sign language and spoke the Mandarin Chinese with one foot at a time.

Two elites: "..."

"Do you have a certificate?" an elite asked.

"Nani?" Han Zefeng was confused.

Two elites: "..."

Isn't it the country of Africa...

How can you still speak Japanese?
Han Zefeng: "#%@+%#&@%..."

Special Elite: "..."

(End of this chapter)