Chapter 662

Bai sang said what he had just been chased, and several golden beans in his hand fell from the palm.

Paralyzed in the morning, gasping for breath.

"Chasing you?" In the early morning, there was a layer of cold in his eyes. He carefully held the person and gently put it on the hurried stone bed, "are you hurt?"

Then he would pull Bai Sang's clothes with his hands.

Bai sang is still wearing clothes made by herself. Although it is very poor compared with the previous clothes, it is better than other demons.

Before she could stop it, she heard a tear on her coat and cried, "my clothes!"

Like a baby, he held the broken clothes in his arms and stared at people angrily.

Early in the morning, I felt guilty when I was staring. I just saw that Sang Sang was distressed by his ragged clothes for this matter.

Think back to the angels he saw in heaven in the last life, as well as those in cold winter.

Even my clothes are better than my own.

But his clothes can't be worn by Sang Sang at all.

This is my clothes.

But winter clothes are not body clothes

He looked at the cold winter.

Cold winter is preparing food. Take it out of the basket and put it in a pile of golden beans to stir.

The crackling sound appeared, and soon the black fruit turned into white fruit.

Rich fruit aroma permeates the home.

"I'm fine. I got rid of them." Bai sang shook his head.

She just took out a small basket from under the stone bed, in which there were several needles ground out of bones.

Start sewing your coat.

These clothes are time-consuming and time-consuming. It's very troublesome to make another one.

Because of her small move, she advanced her plan in the morning.

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Because Bai sang had an accident this time, he didn't trust to let her out in the early morning.

The fruit can only be saved.

Eat one a day in cold winter, two in the morning and three in white mulberry.

Well, Bai sang didn't want to eat.

He was still forced to his mouth in the morning and showed the expression that he would cry if she didn't eat.

Bai sang is already twenty years old.

Although I haven't seen my face, I can guess from my size and hands.

Early in the morning, he looks twelve years old.

He is not as tall as Bai sang, only on his chest.

Although the facial features opened and became exquisite, the expression deliberately made still took a little childish.

"Sang Sang, I'd better go out with you in the future."

After a few more words of persuasion, Bai sang disagreed and had to change his way.

"No, you'll be found out when you go out." She shook her head.

"Then you don't take me, but you have to go by yourself. I'm angry!"

Turn around in the morning and turn your back to Bai sang.

This is the action every time you get angry.

Bai sang hurriedly coaxed people: "no, you're too bright. It's easy for the devil to find out when you go out. I'm for you."

"When I found it, I found that as an angel, those demons..."

I can't say anything later.

Sang Sang is also a demon.

At first, he just got to hell and was hugged by Sang Sang. He thought he would be eaten.

Who knows that Sang Sang is very careful to raise himself.

Early in the morning I thought she wasn't a demon.

How could a demon be so kind.

But no matter what he thinks, it's a devil.

"As an angel, those demons dare not touch you, but..." Bai sang is a little hard to beat.

But the morning is the angel who comes down from the devil well.

It's a fallen angel.

Where the devil will respect.