The Anarchic Consort

Ok, their age difference is really a bit big.

but……

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"Do you not think that your sister has a taste?" Helen Weiwei asked very seriously.

The little boy smiled coldly and looked at He Lian Weiwei's appearance. It was like watching the maid of the family. The tone was slow: "Sister? You? It's almost the same."

"I must educate and educate you today!" Helen Weiwei really felt that a certain version of the shrine was too sloppy, and the look of the stinky is really wanting people to hang!

The little boy, holding his hands, leaned back on the door frame and gestured gracefully: "Typical annoyance."

Helen Weiwei took a deep breath and told himself not to care about him. He was still young, he was still young!

"And, your chest doesn't look at you at all." The little boy licked his nice lip shape, and the indifferent voice was like telling the truth: "Do you like a man like this?"

Helen Weiwei felt that she had only a little reason and was burned.

Hehe, he is still small? Small fart!

Even the chest will look!

"You come over." Helen Weiwei blinked.

The little boy did not move, but stood in the same place, looking at her coolly.

Helen Weiwei didn't say much. The joke was just to reduce his alertness. Now his guarding spirit should be a lot less. If you do it, you won't be killed.

"Woman, what do you do?" For the first time, this is the first time that a woman dares to slap his robes in the public!

The boy's voice is very heavy, and the sinking people can't hear the emotions, but they feel the scalp numb.

At that moment, Helian Weiwei thought she was facing the adult Bailijiajue.

But the little face was there, and Helen Weiwei was bolder, and his fingers ran over the ointment and slipped over his back injury.

The little boy was stiff and turned to look at her, her narrow eyes slowly groaning.

Oh...

After the last wood in the furnace was blown, the palace of no one was already cold enough. Who knows that she is sitting next to a little boy who can make the temperature lower.

Helen Weiwei threw something else into the stove, trying to make the fire more vigorous, and said to the little boy: "Is it warmer now?"

The little boy didn't talk, the cold and cold eyes, like how much money she owed him.

Helen Weiwei thinks, she has to explain: "I have observed that just two people in the yard, you can rest assured that what you worry about is impossible, you look back, except me, no Two people saw it."

The little boy still didn't talk, just looked at her coldly.

Helen Weiwei couldn’t help but look at such a low pressure: "I was not eager to give you medicine."

The little boy hooked his lower lip and his tone was very cold: "When you are in a hurry, you will give the robes of the temple to you?"

"How do you get the medicine?" Helen Weiwei picked up his brow.

"You don't know how to give the ointment to the temple, let the temple apply medicine yourself?" The little boy licked his robes and sat back on his exclusive wooden chair with one leg on one leg and elbow on the wooden pole. The table, the index finger on the chin, looked at her with a noble and lazy look.

Helian Weiwei: ...

What is his gaze?

Seems to be laughing at her IQ?

After he was an adult, he said that she was stupid.

Now that he is only eight years old, he starts to laugh at others?

This is too arrogant and too arrogant.

And what kind of black gloves does he wear for a child?

So clean, it really was born from an early age!

"Woman." The little boy put down the teacup in his hand, slowly starting to sort out his black gloves, the charming eyes, like ice to the extreme: "Do you tell yourself or let the temple send you to the house? Let them ask you, where did you come from, what did you come to the palace? So why do you want to get close to the temple, why?"

Sure enough, a high school is not fooled.

Whether he grew up, he was a child.

Don't want to be smart.

Helen Weiwei sinks into sinking. Based on the experience of the last time in the devil world, she told everything in front of her.

First, because this person wants too many things, a little bit of clues can make him doubtful. It is better for her to say anything, and better than the future suspicion.

Second, if he hears these things, he will go back with her.

Facts have proved that the second article is completely impossible.

Because the boy's face was calm, she felt that she was talking about a bunch of nonsense, and she was somewhat frustrated.

"There are some places that you say are worthy of believing." The little boy opened his mouth casually.

"Really?" Helen Weiwei instantly got the spirit, holding the little boy's hand and shaking it back and forth: "You still have a good place for this child."

The little boy’s mouth was bent and his voice was very nice: “For example, when I grow up, I will laugh at you and be stupid. It’s normal, because you are stupid.”

Helian Weiwei: ...

"Have you just said that when I grow up, I will lock you up?" The little boy fingered the wooden table, as if he was meditating.

Helian Weiwei wrinkled Liu Mei, savvyly asked: "I said so much, how do you only interested in this matter?"

The little boy calmly said: "I see you don't like it, and I won't lock you up later." He likes the chain more than locks. He doesn't know if the woman said it is true, but he is now I really want to put her in her prey pool and watch her stick out. It is also very interesting.

"Little devil!" Helen Weiwei stretched out his arm and took the person into his arms: "You can have this kind of consciousness, it proves that you are very good, um, very good!"

Imp?

Ah……

The little boy picked up the good-looking brow, well, very good. It seems that such a prey should still be locked with a chain lock!

"This is the expression!" Helen Weiwei seems to find something like that, holding back the little boy's handsome face: "You said that you are a big man, if you have something, you can say it directly, always laugh like this, It looks like someone is going to be unlucky."

Do you know that someone is going to be unlucky? The little boy covered his mouth and his eyes flashed a faint black light.

But the two did not go on, because the woman dressed in a palace outside the door was coming towards them, carrying a food box in her hand, which should be to give the meal to the Baili Jiajue.

It’s just that her attitude is not good. Even the peace of mind is the tone of yin and yang: “His Royal Highness, it’s time to take a lunch. Why didn’t you wash your hands, Queen Empress knew this, but wouldn’t be happy...”