Chapter 5110

Basically, the little monk asked ten questions, and she occasionally answered one. They had a very pleasant "chat" and were "chatting" all the way.

Prince Mo is very depressed. He wants to take the nagging monk from the New Star Kingdom.

But the daughter-in-law said that the little monk had not seen the real sunshine for many days, so he had to be let out to let out the wind and bask in the sun, which was good for the bone development of the child.

Prince Mo was depressed and depressed all the way.

The little monk suddenly said, "benefactor! Or you can let out the light. "

"No way." The female almsgiver mercilessly refused his request, and the little monk could not help flattening his mouth.

If a monk wants to talk about it, she will be fed up with it. If there is another light that loves to talk about it, don't live such a small life?

You still can't walk, can you see your mother?

Just listening to these two goods can make people crazy.

"It's been a miserable time. People in the star domain don't like to talk to him. They hate him when they see him and keep him quiet. I don't like talking to him very much. But when I think about his experience, I can't help but feel it. The more I think about it, the more I can't help but feel sad from my heart, especially sad. "

Everyone:

Just listening to the first half of the little monk, I thought that his compassion was rampant, and the second half of the painting was not right.

After all, for a long time, the little monk was in love with himself.

The arbor couldn't help but draw a corner of his mouth and look at him funny and angry. "If you don't read about it all day, how can the elder brothers and sisters in the star region dislike you?"

The little monk hung down a small head and asked Qu Baba, "I was born to worry about talking about it. If not, master will not throw me to the benefactor."

"I know that although Shifu doesn't say anything at ordinary times and only recites Amitabha, I really dislike me!"

Arbor wanted to laugh a little, but couldn't help but feel sorry for the sentimental little ghost. He took him over, raised his hand on his bare head, and gave him a rude tap.

"Nonsense what? Empty sound that old thief bald, from beginning to end most care about is you

"Your master doesn't say anything in the ordinary days. But his concern for you has never been extinguished. "

"He just..." It's not very reliable!

When Qiao Qiao thought of this place, he could not help humming. He raised his hand and touched it on the small bald head. When he thought about it, he released the condenser.

As soon as the condensing mirror came out, saya ran for two steps. When he saw the dark prince Mo sitting on the opposite side.

He took a step back with great eyes. He squeezed and squeezed. He leaned against the little monkey and sat in rows with her.

So, Prince Mo's seat was empty and he was the only one, sending out extremely low black air pressure.

On the row of chairs on the side of arbor, there are five people, whose heads are next to their heads and arms are next to their arms. They are tightly bonded.

This polarization makes Prince Mo feel more and more unhappy.

What's the matter? Why is he so miserable? He usually competes with the summoning fairy and the beasts. How can he compete with several little Luobu heads at this time!

It's very annoying. Prince Mo's face is full of unhappiness, unhappiness and good temper

As soon as arbor looked up, he saw Prince dada's handsome black face and couldn't help laughing.

She consciously moved to the prince and sat down.

And

break your sleep, and make up for two changes before 10 o'clock tomorrow morning