Chapter 1683

Of course, she didn't want to meet God Jiuli. She and him are one God and one devil. They are natural enemies. It's lucky that they don't fight together. It's better to meet as few as possible.

She mainly miss xiaonianmo!

The little guy stayed with her for more than a month, but she could not let go of it. When she went to bed at night, she took the pillow beside her as her arms several times. After all, the pillow was dead. There was no such feeling in her arms. She even lost sleep several times because of this.

Manager Hemu is a considerate person. He has brought her a child about the same age as nianmo. The child's appearance is also pink, carved, jade, and cute. But when she holds the child, she can't find the feeling of holding xiaonianmo, and there is a strong sense of strangeness.

Holding and holding was very uncomfortable, so she asked chief manager Hemu to send the child away.

Manager Hemu did not give up. He searched around for such little people and sent them to her to make her feel.

But she didn't feel it. Instead, she became more and more upset.

In the end, he rebuked the chief manager of Hemu and finally stopped him from delivering the children.

She thought she was just not used to it. Time is a good medicine to cure everything. With the loss of time, she would probably adapt, but she was not used to it.

At last she admitted that she missed her children! Miss xiaonianmo!

She wanted to go to the Vatican Palace several times, but she didn't want to go when she thought of the cruel words she had left that day.

Now that I have returned to the bridge and the road with that man, what do I always think about other people's children?

At the flower appreciation meeting, she did not see xiaonianmo, because Jiuli did not go at all!

From the mouths of the little immortals, she knew that the gate of the Vatican Palace had been closed for two months, and even the Emperor himself had not seen anyone, even the gate had not been opened.

If it wasn't for the light white light emitted by the living of the God in the Vatican temple, the emperor almost thought that the God had left with his son Qiaojia!

This time, the emperor of heaven would like to ask God to respect him, but he can't help it if the other party doesn't give him the face at all.

I didn't see xiaonianmo. He didn't think it was interesting at the flower appreciation meeting, so he wandered around and came back.

Half a month later, she felt that her yearning for xiaonianmo was growing day by day, and she could do nothing to raise her spirit.

"Lord, the demon king is here." Chief manager Hemu reported to her.

"Let him in." AMO asked.

The demon king is naturally xueyilan. His big red robe is in full swing. When he stands there, he looks like a big red flower blooming on the grass, which is refreshing.

Recently, he often runs to Mo palace and has become a regular visitor of Mo palace.

When talking about it, he is very good at grasping the scale and watching amo look impatient, he will leave automatically, never bother her, and will not come every day, basically every three or five days.

He has a lot of skills. He plays the piano well, knows and talks humorously. He often tells her some anecdotes about the recent six realms, but he arranges a lot of loneliness for her.

The snow clothes LAN comes in with the spring breeze, sees on the swing frame obviously some bored her, slightly but smiles: "Mo Mo, are you bored? Shall we go out and have a good time? "

A Mo has a meal on the swing. She seems to have a few houses recently.