Genius Doctor: Black Belly Miss

Being stared at, Jun can still be calm and self-satisfied, her eyes are drooping, as if sitting opposite is not a prince, but a group of air. August 1 Chinese W ≤ W ≈ W =. ≈8≠1≥Z≥W≈. ≤C≥OM

After staring for a long time, Mo Xiaoyuan did not wait until Jun no evil looked up. He felt a little boring and raised his hand to drink the glass of wine.

The pungency of the entrance, in the instant, let the shallow stomach of the ink shallow turbulence, not waiting for him to ponder over, a stolen object has vomited from the eyes of his throat.

Unprepared, those things, sprayed a full table!

"..." Jun No Evil finally looked up, and she still had a glass bowl in her hand, holding an ivory chopstick in one hand, and looked calmly at the inky shallows.

The little black cat froze, and the fish had not been eaten, it was splashed, and it had a few drops of suspicious moisture.

"I..." Mo Xiaoyuan knew that he had done a mixed job. He wanted to explain it. He hadn’t exported yet, and it was a nausea that rushed into his heart. He refused to look at the other, pouted, and got up and rushed to the corner of the study. Holding a wooden bucket and spit it up.

"..." Jun calmly put down the bowl of chopsticks in his hand and got up and stayed away from the delicious dish that was ruined.

"Hey!!" The little black cat came back, and his back suddenly arched. He jumped off the table and fell on the soft carpet, screaming wildly.

Master, you can swollen like this! You know that if you drink the medicine, you will have vomiting when you encounter the night flower. Why don't you remind the idiot! !

The little black cat twitched on the carpet with tears and tears, saving his dark, bright fur.

"Forgot." Jun was sitting in the side of the innocent calm, looking at the ink-shaking **** that was holding the wooden barrel, and looked at the little black cat rolling around on the blanket. The bottom of the eye overflowed a little. Smile.

After a whole hour of vomiting, Mo Xiaoyuan’s whole person had to be collapsed. He had not eaten anything, and he vomited for so long, and his life was almost explained. The vomiting of his movements stunned the outside guards. The guards did not dare to enter the door. They could only ask outside the door, and they were all stunned by the tears of tears.

If you say that the previous ink shallows, his face is only pale, then now, you can only use the face to describe.

After pouring ten cups of clear water, the meaning of his throat was faded. The shallow shallows of the ink were sitting on the soft collapse of the study. The clothes were messy, the collar was slightly open, and a tearful tear was hanging in the corner of the eye. No evil.

“Is it a wheat night flower?” Mo Xiaoyuan licked the airway.

Jun nodded no evil.

"Why don't you say that..." He killed him, and he didn't believe it. Jun did not know that this reaction was after the encounter with Mai Yehua, and she knew that she was calm when he vomited!

"It doesn't make sense." Jun no evil sitting in a clean place, took a small porcelain bottle from his arms, the smell of fragrance slipped into the palm of her hand along the liquid in the porcelain bottle, and she licked the liquid and licked her hand. The stench in the room covered up.

Even if she told Mo Xiaoyuan in advance, Mo Chaoyuan still had to spit when he spit.

So, let alone, there is no difference.

Mochoo Mou felt that he had an alliance with such a gimmick. He definitely put a double-edged sword. He could not die in the hands of his father and brother, and he was killed by this hoe.

"What did you just eat?" Nothing in the face of Jun Wuxie, calmly asked.

The ink shallow abyss glimpsed, and his eyes suddenly condensed on the jug on the table.