Chapter 872

Husband... Can you say it again? "

Murong Qin said with a small red face. His heart seemed to be blooming one after another

At this time, she had quietly opened the recording spirit stone in the storage bag.

She decided! I want to listen again and again!

Of course, it would be better if the elder could always be by his side and call himself "madam" in a different tone every day, so that the recording spirit stone has no place to play!

Listening to qin'er's request, Jiang Lin frowned slightly. He was stunned that Jiang Lin was such a scum man and cheeky. He felt a little ashamed

But the problem is, looking at the girl's eyes of expectation, Jiang Lin finds that he really can't refuse

"Cough... Madam..."

Jiang Linhong, with an old face, shouted again, and then sat under murongqin's bedside seat.

This time, Jiang Lin is not far away. He is less than two inches away from her shoulder.

"Well..."

Murongqin nodded and felt the temperature from the man around him. Murongqin's heart beat very fast

What should I do? Elder is so close to me. What should I do? There should be no smell on me. Elder won't hate it

On the other side, looking at Murong Qin's beautiful face full of happiness, Jiang Lin's conscience was hit again.

dying!

Even if it is a fake marriage, when they show that happy smile, Jiang Lin always feels a deep guilt and heartache.

As if his heart was being cut by pure love soldiers with machetes!

"Qin'er..."

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I have to say that no matter when I come back, everyone is enthusiastic

"Yo, boy, you dare to come in and pout your ass quickly. Oh, I swear I don't need smelly boots to beat your ass hard!"

Entering Hans' blacksmith shop, Jiang Lin was warmly welcomed by Hans, and both moustaches blew up.

Jiang Lin also heard about his night. In short, when he broke the mirror, all the swords came, and Hans's blacksmith shop was no exception.

All the swords made by Hans were inserted on the black cliff. It took three days and nights to pull them out!

"Hahaha, accidents are all accidents. Come on, Hans, look at the last book of the Iron Throne. I promise it's wonderful enough."

Jiang Lin hurriedly took out a book from his storage bag and walked into the house with Hans on his shoulder.

After reading the last book of the iron throne, Hans slowly put his smelly shoes back on his feet, but in order to show that Hans is not easy to provoke, Hans still held his chest with proud hands:

"Boy! What's up? Hurry up. Hans is busy. "

"Hey, hey, I want to ask you to make a ring."

"Ring?" Hans kicked his feet and stood up. "Boy, do you despise the supreme ring Hans made for you?"

"No, no, no, of course not. Hans, your supreme ring is a must-have for home travel and escape. Without Hans's ring, I would have been here long ago."

"Hum, hum."

Hans sat back on the stool. His moustache floated and floated. He seemed to be in a good mood.

"What ring do you want to make?"

"Well, I'm not looking for Hans to build it. I want to borrow Hans's stove. You'd better guide me."

"Do you want to do it yourself?"

"Yes." Jiang Lin smiled and flashed in his eyes the softness of a slag man he had never seen before, "I want to make a wedding ring."

……

Bai Jiuyi's face is slightly red. She has just decided to be reserved, but now she is full of joy, let alone reserved. It's hard to resist jumping into his arms now.

"Jiang Lin."

"Huh?"

"Are you tired?"

"OK."

"Do you want to sleep?"

"... when is this..."

"Then take a bath first."

"Stop it." Jiang Lin smiled and nodded her forehead. "I bought you some herbs and drink them later to replenish your body."

"Oh..." Bai Jiuyi lowered her eyes somewhat lost.

However, Bai Jiuyi hasn't given up yet, but when Bai Jiuyi is thinking about how to routine Jiang Lin, suddenly, she feels that her fingers are covered with something round.

Looking down, a crystal clear ring without a trace of impurities was set on her ring finger, and this ring still had his breath.

Looking up, Jiang Lin blushed like a monkey's ass.

"This ring is made of ice basalt and Chu Xue's original sword body, that is, my natural bone powder. It's a wedding ring. If we get married in our hometown, we all have a ring... This... This ring is not only yours, but also Shifu and elder martial sister... I... oh!"

Before Jiang Lin finished, Bai Jiuyi's soft red lips covered his mouth.

The Dharma array rose again, the door closed and the candle shook.

Reserved? What is that? At least for now, he belongs to himself completely

"I don't think you understand the advantages of the leader!"

For a moment, the people and animals quarreled. Finally, they looked at Xiaohei together: "what do you think of Xiaohei?"

Jialu Xiaohei, who had been in a daze, came back: "ah... What?"

"You boy... You shouldn't be fascinated by your younger brothers and sisters. I tell you, you think very..."

"Boom!"

Before Taier Zhenjun finished, a laser gun directly blasted him into a meteor.

"I'm going out, too." Little black said faintly.

"Well, are you going out, too?"

Everyone is stupid. Xiao Hei is a dead otaku! He's going out! what the fuck! You told me that brother Jiang is a good man with pure feelings. I believe it!

"Why, can't you?"

"It's not OK, it's just... Huh?"

A soft Luli sound came, and they suddenly turned back.

A girl wearing only a big sports coat covering her upper body and 60% of her thighs sat on the shoulder of a strange robot.

They know that this coat was given to Xiaohei by brother Jiang

Kong Baba found that the robot dressed in immoral clothes seemed familiar. When he thought about it carefully, it was really the fairy beast in the picture album of digital baby that brother Jiang gave Xiaohei

I once asked brother Jiang for Ben Zi!

In other words, this lovely girl who looks only 13 years old is!

Little black???

But it's made of powder and jade... It's very white

"I'm going to Wanli city." The snow-white little black toot said with a small mouth and a little baby fat, "after I leave, who dares to enter my house, I'll break his skull."

Fang copied his skirt and walked forward with a smile. As a result, his sleeve was pulled and patted Fang Minmin's little hand, saying it was all right.

Fang copied his skirt side by side with Jiang Lin and shouted to Congfeng, "Fang pestle, come and ask for the sword."

"Really, then why literature and art?" Jiang Lin photographed his skull, "we are not scholars."

"What are we?"

"Hooligans, of course."