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As his wife's belly grew bigger and bigger, his wife's days with her grew longer and longer. Now the fifteen couple could catch up with two masters, even the small fish could not keep their mouth shut. "If you're not angry, then alright. You can also bring back a potbellied woman."

Women are easy to find, but big bellies can be hard to find. Their husband chased them for two miles with a hoe.

Little Fishy looked at Twelfth Night and clicked her tongue. She wanted him to bring a big belly granny over, but she didn't ask him to bring someone else's big belly granny. Twelfth Night was truly too talented.

At this moment, he resigned himself to his fate and followed her, but he couldn't get too close to her. As he walked, he felt aggrieved.

Yan Yu dashed forward as she pulled down the group from a distance. She nimbly dismounted from her horse, and supported Little Fishy down. Looking at her pale face, she couldn't help but ask, "Little Fishy, what's wrong?"

"I'm stun the horse." Little Fishy pushed away her swallow and ran to a small tree, holding onto its trunk as she vomited.

Yan Yu looked up to the sky in speechlessness. This was the first time she had heard that someone was actually unconscious.

Fishy vomited for a long time before finally feeling better. She wiped her mouth with the handkerchief and said, "Speak."

Yan Yu turned her head and glanced at her before turning her head, "The only thing I can do now is to send you to this place."

Xiaoyu was stunned. Was she just giving it to her? She had thought that …

Yan Yu looked at her with a pout on her face. "Alright, you don't have any objections. Don't you see that jealous look in your eyes? If I were to follow you, I wouldn't even be able to leave a corpse."

"How could it be as serious as you say?" Although she had recently discovered that Xiao Jiu had stuck to her a little too much, it was not like what Yan Yu had said. Yan Yu was clearly referring to An Jia He who had said 'Don't talk to strangers'.

"I'm someone who's used to being casual. After coming back this time, I've understood a lot of things. Xiaoyu, I'm very happy to meet you."

"I'm glad to meet you too." In this foreign world, it was very lonely to be like her.

"Xiaoyu, I came to tell you not to worry about me. People like me who have lived in brothels since childhood will find it hard to have any feelings for men. Back then, I chose Xiaoyu because I knew he would not be humane. Now that he has improved, I feel that I can't love him anymore."

Fishy didn't know what to say. She knew it was a mental illness, but she had never learned psychology and couldn't help her.

"Do you think I'm being unreasonable?" Yan Yu retorted.

Xiaoyu thought about it and shook her head, "Everyone has the right to choose how they want to live."

Yan Yu was initially looking at her nervously. Upon hearing her words, she heaved a sigh of relief. "I knew you would understand me."

Not everyone's inner world has a clear sky, but everyone is looking forward to their own heart can fly in the sky, little fish did not expect, in this world she would encounter celibacy.

"Xiaoyu, Ninth Prince is someone worth entrusting his life to. You must cherish him. I'm leaving."

She raised her eyebrows and grabbed onto Little Fishy's shoulder, changing the direction of her body, "Little Fishy, I'm still an elegant young master after all. Your Ninth Prince can't be at ease, you're pulling and tugging at my arm, I'm afraid that it'll be torn off by that Cu Tanzi."

Xiaoyu said coquettishly, "He dares."

Yan Yu glanced at her and could not help but burst out laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" Little Fishy asked guiltily.

Yan Yu waved her hand. "It's nothing. I thought about it. That guy, Night Nine, really doesn't dare."

Yan Yu jumped onto the horse swiftly. "What a joke …"

Xiaoyu stared blankly at Yan Yu leaving just like that. After a long while, she stomped her feet and shouted, "You big scoundrel Yan Yu, are you going to feed me to the wolves by leaving me here in the wilderness?" Since he wanted to abandon her, at least he shouldn't run so far away.

Twelfth Night approached with his head lowered, looking in the direction Yan Yu had left, "Mistress, you've finally woken up. Did you plan on turning back, Hong Xing?"

Fishy frowned, what did that mean?

"Anyone who sees this will see that you have abandoned your husband and son and run away with your adulterer." The twelve of them said shamelessly.

Hearing this, Little Fishy fiercely glared at Twelfth. Twelve years ago, there was no way she was afraid of him. If he couldn't beat her, then even if he had to bicker, Little Fishy wouldn't be able to beat him.

Little Fishy suddenly leaned towards him weakly, "Twelfth Big Brother, I'm really tired. Let's ride back together."

If he rode back with his master, that man's gaze would be able to kill him.

Twelfth brother, why does it sound so terrifying?

Little Fishy laughed innocently, "Twelfth Big Brother, what's wrong with you? "Why are you sweating all over."

As she spoke, Fishy took out her handkerchief and was about to wipe the sweat off Twelfth.

Twelve days later, if the woman knows that twelve days later is unclear about the relationship between her master and herself, then twelve days later, she will have to spend the rest of her life being a bachelor. "

Fishy shook her handkerchief. This was truly boring. This Twelve years old was always able to suppress her. The problem was, did she have to go back?

"Master, get on the horse. I'll lead you."

Why does this sound so awkward? Reality is more important than man. Xiaoyu estimated the distance between them and decided to let Twelve Carry them.

Little Fish can forget about the song of me holding your hand.

Nezha sucked his thumb, "Dad, you have to be confident in yourself."

Women were not meant to hide their charms in a golden house. What was so good about a golden house? In the end, wasn't it supposed to hide A-Jiao until she turned moldy?

"How come I don't have confidence anymore?" He just didn't like Little Fishy to be too close to others, okay?

Not admitting it yet, and admitting it isn't a disgrace, really.

"Although this crooked tree like yours isn't much, I still really like it." Little Nezha tilted his head and looked at Night Nine. Wasn't he supposed to be crooked?

Ye Jiumei's face turned cold. He shouldn't be so weak. Yes, he never stood up in front of little Nezha, but he shouldn't be a tree with a crooked neck.

"Didn't they always say that they don't mind their mother being ugly?" Nine Nights patiently taught.

Nezha laughed arrogantly, "If I'm even uglier, then that person has milk. Do you have it?"