As soon as the little butt turned around, Lord Joe ate at him with his back spoon

Duan Yue couldn't help laughing. He took chopsticks and took two bites. He saw xiaokezi standing beside him like a petrified man. He frowned and said, "what are you doing here?"

"Your Highness, don't you think this mink is a little magical?"

"That must be magical!" Duan Yue smiled smugly. "It doesn't matter who adopted the mink. Do you think your highness can adopt an ordinary mink! "

Don't bother to listen to someone's Joe Joe, eat a bone, and look at a pot of soup worried.

Finally, Duan Yue took her a small dish, poured some soup, and asked her to join her in the small dish, which solved a big problem.

Xiaokezi feels like he has beeped a dog

This nervous mink not only has many problems before eating, but also is so anthropomorphic when eating.

Special attention should be paid to the things that are not eaten on the dirty plate, and the things that are given to her must be put in the new plate. The soup hot will stare at you, roar at you when it's salty, and wash your paws after eating.

This is a marten!

This is a little emperor sable!

Miss Qiao, who had enough to eat and drink, commanded Duan Yue to wash herself, then she collapsed on his couch and occupied his bed!

The weak mink is just a small Xuan beast with less than three levels. The weak chicken is deadly.

I guess I'll starve to death if I don't eat one day.

What's more, Little Joe wants this weak chicken to grow up after eating and drinking. He can run faster and work harder in case of danger. You say you can't fight, you have to have an escape skill.

As soon as Duan Yue turned around, he saw that the little guy was full and could not move. He lay there motionless.

He had a funny hook on his mouth, just wanted to pick her up and play for a while, and people's movements came from outside the curtain.

"See the lady."

"I can go in by myself." Duan's soft voice left all the people in the palace outside.

The close maid curtain her, and Duan comes in smiling.

"Mom, why are you here?" Duan Yue turns around and comes to her mother with a smile.

"Why, my mother heard that you went out to play for a while, and met with danger on the road, so she can't come to see you?"

"Mother, listen to what they say." Duan Yue sat on the stool with his mother. "Your son is powerful and domineering. How can a few thieves hurt him?"

"What little thief, my mother heard that he is the cruel Prince of Mingzhou."

"Hum." Duan Yue can't deny to pick the slender Meifeng. "It's just the defeat of his subordinates. It doesn't matter."

"You child." Duan Guifei gave her son a funny and angry look, "too proud."

"Mother, your son and I, naturally, have the ability to be proud." Duan Yue sat down beside her mother and reached out to pour tea for her.

Little Qiao Qiao has been lying on the bed, a pair of eyes are open, eyes have been on Duan Guifei.

Duan Guifei's natural elegant and gentle temperament makes Miss Qiao feel that the woman in front of her is very elegant.

And it's the first time she's seen the way they get along with each other.

Mother and son are more like friends. The light warmth between them makes people feel very comfortable.

"You are naughty from small to large." Duan Guifei chuckles and sees a small group on the couch.