Chapter 300

Small Mo Mo serious face: "I really spoil him."

Determined to be the best bully in the universe.

Qian Jue had a strong impulse to rub the white hair ball, but said: "OK, you love him most. But since you spoil him so much, why don't you confess to him? I believe that if you are willing to confess, master Mo will like you more. "

The most important thing between lovers is trust.

Oh, No.

Mo Yan and her royal highness are different. What she thinks is not the relationship between lovers.

The face of small Mo Mo is more and more serious: "no way!"

Qian Jue doubted: "what are you worried about?"

Small Mo Mo face black: "North LAN country painter, have misunderstanding to demon!"

Qian Jue

I really can't keep up with your brain circuits any more.

Little Momo's face was blacker: "they made Baise so ugly."

Qian Jue was stunned for three seconds, and then he burst out laughing.

No, I can't hold it.

"Ha ha ha." Laughing makes my stomach ache.

That's why?

Sure enough, his Royal Highness's idol burden is too heavy!

Because I like Mo Yan too much, I don't want to leave a bad impression on him.

Qian Jue knows that the images of Baize with hot eyes in the world are indeed different from his Highness's beast shape.

"Don't laugh!" Little Momo (╯｀｀′) ╯┻━┻

"Well, don't laugh, poof --" Qian Jue covered his mouth, but his shoulder was still shaking.

Small Mo Mo black face, ears have been red through.

I hate it.

Even qianjue's younger sister laughed at her.

So, more firm, absolutely can't tell Mo Dayan is white Ze's determination!

She's like this now. After the Yang God came out of the body, she was also a young baituanzi. She couldn't recover to the peak in a short time. She couldn't show Mo Dayan her powerful, beautiful and handsome Baize's complete animal soul form.

Every bully is eager to set up the image of Wei'an in front of Er da.

She is no exception!

Seeing his Royal Highness the demon king staring at him with a face full of complaints, the red hair in his ears could not cover him. Qian Jue's heart was sprouted by her, and he felt that it would be too unkind if he continued to laugh.

"I think it's not that there is no solution."

Qian Jue's red lips rose, a pair of hot red eyes smile curved, gave an idea, "although my ink is not as good as white tiger, it's still good. In this way, while Mo Yan is away, I'll help you draw a picture of the white and blue of the demon king. How about that? "

Despite the tone of consultation, Qian Jue had already gone to the desk, spread out the paper and began to polish.

Mo Yan's ink here is very good. It's the emperor's ink of 500 years.

The best in ink. It's an antique.

Ordinary lovers of calligraphy and painting will offer such ink to their ancestors and treasure it. And Mo Yan actually used it to grind it directly. We can see that we have a lot of money.

"Can you do it?"

Small Mo Mo jump, jump directly to the desk, squat next to inkstone, although expressionless, but the eyes are shining.

Clearly looking forward to death, but not on the mouth Rao demon, "no, don't draw."

Qian Jue has a good temper. On the edge of his red lips, he still smiles: "let my subordinates have a try. If you are not satisfied with the painting, it's not too late to destroy it."

The sultry temperament of the demon king's highness must follow Mao Lu.

When the ink is polished, dip it in the ink, brush it with a brush, and paint it in a blue and white way.