Seeing this, Lin Qian chuckled when Eaton, and also compared a y to the little steamed stuffed bun.

One big and one small, tacitly smiled at him.

Lin Qianyi finally knew why her fourth Master said no.

There is also the look of emperor Yanwei and Emperor Yanfeng. Why don't you worry? Instead, it's the attitude of watching the play.

It turns out that small steamed stuffed bun is so not simple!

The little foot just now looks soft.

However, Lin Qianyi can see that the skills of small steamed stuffed bun are very solid.

If the steamed stuffed bun is not a five-year-old child, but an adult, I'm afraid the kick just now can kick Di Beifang away.

Tut Tut, Lin Qianyi began to be interested in emperor Yanwei and the father of little steamed stuffed bun.

After all, you can raise such a ghost spirit, and the force value is not low.

What kind of family should it be?

Suddenly, Lin Qianyi couldn't help thinking, if she had a small steamed stuffed bun, what kind of small steamed stuffed bun would she cultivate?

Cool buns?

Gentle steamed stuffed bun?

Sweet little steamed stuffed bun?

Thinking, the look on Lin Qianyi's face was more and more soft.

But she just thought.

Because she didn't think about the steamed stuffed bun so soon. After all, she is only 22 years old and she is still a half child.

However, if the steamed stuffed bun comes, she won't resist.

In general, let nature take its course.

Di Yanmo looked at his little wife staring at the small steamed stuffed bun in front, with a soft intoxicated look on his face.

Deep eyes flickered.

"Do you want children?"

Emperor Yan Mo suddenly said in a low voice.

"Huh?"

Lin Qianyi, immersed in the thoughts of small steamed stuffed bun, didn't react for a moment.

"Do you like children?"

Emperor Yan Mo repeated softly again.

"Well, it's all right."

Lin Qianyi nodded and gave an ambiguous answer.

You know, not all steamed stuffed buns are as lovely as Xiaoxuan steamed stuffed buns. They are ghost elves.

The most important thing is that I'm only five years old.

Lin Qianyi couldn't help admiring his parents.

It's so well trained, you have wood!

Di Yanmo didn't speak any more, but his dark eyes became more profound.

"Little bitch! How dare you kick me! "

Di Beifang, who was stunned by the kick, finally came back to his senses, covered his bloody nose and scolded him.

"Little bitch, die! Die!!! "

After being insulted again and again, Emperor Beifang almost lost his mind and rushed to the steamed stuffed bun regardless.

However, facing the ferocious emperor Beifang, the little steamed stuffed bun didn't look alarmed at all.

Lin Qianyi clearly saw that when she was about to act.

The emperor Yanwei next to her was one step ahead of her and rushed to the small steamed stuffed bun.

Then, Emperor Yanwei, with a height of 1.7 meters, raised his feet and stretched out.

"Ah --"

Not surprisingly, Lin Qianyi heard a scream again.

Lin Qianyi is a little suspicious. After Di Beifang screamed so many times, will her vocal cords be broken by her scream?

Di Beifang was kicked to the ground, and his head almost hit the stool.

"You're dead! Dare to scold my baby son. You're tired of living, aren't you?! I don't mind giving you a ride! "

Before emperor Beifang broke out, Emperor Yanwei first put his hands on his hips and stared at her from a commanding position.