Chapter 1087

In front of these two, say that they are supernatural, they don't even touch the meat, they are not as good as ordinary people; say that they are human, they are not individuals.

Fuduo is in a tangle.

After struggling for a long time, she silently looked at xuanjing and asked for his opinion for the first time.

"Oh? I'm flattered to see you like this. " At this time, xuanjing put up the spectrum.

Fuduo is speechless.

"You say, this is your devil's world, isn't it? What do you say? "

"It's not from the demon world. To be exact, it's from the demon world. You should go to their demon emperor." Xuanjing tut tut mouth, regardless of their own high hanging.

Fuduoduo

What is it?

What is the demon emperor?

"Well, since you have nowhere to go, you should live here. It's just for the Shen family to see the yard." Fudo waved and walked to the west room.

Seeing this, Baozi immediately raised his feet to keep up, "mother, wait for me."

Soon, Baozi and Fuduo ran into the west room together.

When xiaobaozi ran past the fox father and daughter, their expressions changed again and again, which was incredible.

After a while, the fox girl came back to herself and held her father's hand happily. "Father, I think your body will recover faster."

Fox father nodded repeatedly, Cang Cang should say: "yes, it's a great blessing to be around xiaoshenjun..."

At the door, the dark mirror glanced at them and hissed again: "are you excited? I'll cook after I'm excited. I'm hungry. "

Fox father and fox daughter immediately nodded and ran into the grass shed.

The straw shed or the straw shed, the stove or the stove, are the same as they were, even the pot or the big iron pot.

In Westinghouse, it's dark.

The bookcase by the wall was empty. There was only a little straw left on the Kang by the window. There was a lot of dust on it, and everywhere was full of the smell of dilapidated.

Fuduo stood at the door, walked forward two steps, raised his hand and pulled open the spider web in front of him.

Here, it used to be clean.

The empty bookcase was filled with books that Shen Xu loved to read, the dusty Kang, and the warm quilt where she and Shen Xu loved each other.

Fuduo goes to the table unconsciously, and the picture of Shen Xu writing a book with a light comes to mind.

Her fingertips gently across the table, dust covered her fingertips, her nose suddenly a little sour.

Baozi had been following her. Seeing a piece of paper on the table, she was curious.

He gently took the paper away, did not expect to shake the dust above, suddenly choked him coughing.

Fudo looked down at him.

Just now a white face, at this time has become a little cat, the little guy also kept wiping his face, just on the paper stained with a lot of dust fingers constantly across the face, and immediately hid several black traces.

With a puff, fuduoduo couldn't help laughing.

No longer looking at the empty room, she took the steamed stuffed bun by the hand and strode out. She said with a smile, "look at your naughty, go and wash your face."

Baozi was still coughing. He coughed and said, "what kind of place is this? It's not beautiful at all. It's really the place where my father lived since I was a child. How do you live with my father, mother?"

What did you do?

That's how it was.

Fuduo didn't want to explain the complicated problem to him. He took him to the water tank and took water to wash his face.

On the roof of the house, when did the dark mirror fly up? It was sitting there overlooking the distance.