Chapter 827: Well, No More Smoking

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"Huh?"

On your fingertips, Mars dots.

The fragments of light are as beautiful as the stars in the night sky.

Twilight was slightly stunned, stunned. No smoking? Who prescribes?

The stubborn lord walked over and snatched the cigarette from Twilight's hand without saying anything, although he was still a little timid in his heart, but he still had the courage to say, "Don't, don't smoke, it's not good for your health." ā€

This woman had just told him that she would try her best to give him a small pill, but as soon as she turned her head, she started smoking, doing such a damaging thing to her body, how could she be?

"You care about me?" The implication is that you dare to care about me?

Twilight was already angry with Ying Di, and she was extremely unhappy, thinking that it would be okay to smoke a cigarette to relieve her emotions, but as a result, she didn't expect to be taken away by the stubborn master, and her mood was even worse.

"I—I didn't," the stubborn man lowered his voice, and unconsciously took a step back, his heart clear.

Worst! He's hit the muzzle of the gun, what should I do?

"So what are you doing?" Twilight's voice was cold, his cold eyes seemed to hide ice threads, and at the bottom of his pupils, wisps of silver splurged up, surging into layers of dark tides, which made the stubborn lord uneasy.

The stubborn lord lowered his head, resisting the urge to run, he stubbornly hugged Twilight, hugged it tightly, and didn't let go, "No, you can't smoke or drink." You, as you said, can't be like that. ā€

"What like that?" Twilight's eyes filled with doubt.

She couldn't understand why the stubborn man had come running, and when she saw her smoking, she suddenly became so excited, as if she had done something so big that she was embarrassed to lose her temper.

"That's it." The stubborn lord emphasized.

"Isn't it just a cigarette? It's not murder and arson, robbery and hell, so what are you excited about? Twilight finally found her thoughts, and she didn't think so.

However, in Twilight's opinion, even if it is murder and arson, it is not a big deal.

In the world of the Bloods, if you want to live, you must live on the blood of others. Every time they eat, they sacrifice a fresh life, which only increases the number of sins!

This is the high price that people who are at the top of the high-level biological chain must pay.

The stubborn lord hugged Twilight and refused to let go, and refused to make his words clear, he just hugged her tightly, stubbornly insisting, and his voice became smaller and smaller, "No smoking, not a cigarette, not a puff." ā€

He didn't want his little pills to be addicted to cigarettes as soon as he was born, and he became a little pill that could swallow clouds and spit fog, which was terrible.

Qingyi rubbed her eyelids, raised her hand and patted the little wolf's head, "Let's go." ā€

She doesn't have time to watch a play here, and even if she does, she doesn't have the courage to watch a play.

Because of them, the Great Elder obviously couldn't say anything, and if he wrote down an account of her and Su Yi in the future, it would be miserable.

"Where are we going?" Suyi sat on the wolf, grabbing the white fluffy hair of the snow wolf with both hands, and looked back reluctantly.

Oh, she wants to hear the secret! It seems that there is no chance.

"Ask so much what? Just sit down. Qingyi patted the snow wolf's head again and scolded: "Go!" ā€

Gee!

She's hungry and wants a late-night snack!

Oh!

Under the moonlight, a snow-white halo spreads down, hazy and sultry.

The snow wolf raised its neck and roared, shook its supple hair, and carried the two men away.

It strides along the endless mountain road, facing the sudden wind, rushing forward recklessly, without looking back once.

The two of them gradually drifted away, turning into small dots in the dark night.

Next to the carriage, there was silence, accompanied by the grass breeze in the mountains, extremely quiet.

After a while, the stubborn master finally let go of Twilight, and he stood in front of Twilight with nowhere to put his hands, like a stubborn child who refused to correct himself.

Twilight stared at him, her eyes falling on him and slowly surveying him, but not speaking.

A cigarette to start a war?

She was eager to hear the man's answer. After all, tobacco is just a poison that kills people, just smoke it, what's the big deal.

"Twilight, don't smoke in the future, okay?" The stubborn lord plucked up the courage to discuss with Twilight. He is a timid person, and he doesn't dare to go head-to-head with Twilight, but the policy of Huai Rou is still feasible.

"Why?" Twilight asked lightly.

She didn't have a smoking addiction in the first place, she just got one in her hand, it didn't matter.

She doesn't like to be tied down, though. Unless that person has the necessary reasons to convince her.

"Because, because," the stubborn master swallowed and vomited, wanted to say but didn't dare to say it, didn't dare to say it but wanted to say it again, and he saw that people were anxious, and even Twilight was anxious for him.

"One, two," Twilight began to count.

Occasionally, she chooses this way to solve a problem.

Simple and crude, but effective.

"I said, "Isn't it okay?" The stubborn lord hurriedly stopped her, hesitated for a few seconds, and said, "Maruko." ā€

"What? Meatball? Chafing dish? Twilight was surprised. Why do you suddenly want to eat human food in this barren mountain and wilderness?

The stubborn master's expression changed greatly, and his little heart was pounding in fright, and he hurriedly explained, "It's not a hot pot, it's a small ball." Didn't you once say that as long as I was willing to work hard, I would give birth to a little ball? ā€

Joke!

Twilight is going to boil his little balls in a hot pot? Don't make a fuss!!

The stubborn master is a bit lifeless. That's his baby......

"Huh?" Twilight's brain crashed.

She thought about it, and there was indeed such a thing. It turned out that this man had been talking for a long time, and he was worried that her smoking would hurt the baby?

But it's only been a few days? Can it be so coincidental?

Twilight glanced down at her flat lower abdomen, stunned for a few seconds, helplessly helped her forehead, and promised the stubborn master, "Well, no more smoking." ā€

She knew that the stubborn lord liked children as his life, and he simply took that promise as a lifesaver, and if she didn't compromise, the stubborn lord would definitely be sad.

Rather than this, it is better to follow the will of the stubborn master. Big deal when she wants to smoke, avoid this troublesome little guy.

The stubborn lord didn't expect Twilight to agree so quickly, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed. He took Twilight's hand, his eyes never leaving Twilight's lower abdomen, and kept saying, "Thank you." ā€

In his opinion, perhaps a small life was already running towards him. He wants to take good care of that friendship, and in the future, he will definitely be a perfect father.

"Hmm." Twilight responded lightly, took the initiative to hug the stubborn master, and comforted him, "Don't worry, you go back first." ā€

There's a little boy in the carriage waiting for her to coax!

She's not only worked hard along the way, she's really busy! If I knew today, I wouldn't have provoked so many peach blossoms in the first place.

The recalcitrant shook his head and refused to leave, "I'm not leaving, what if you want to smoke again?" If you're not happy, it's okay to hit me and scold me, but can you not hurt yourself? ā€

"I'm not unhappy." Twilight denied.

She's just nesting fire.

At night, when someone was driven down from the carriage, didn't he make a fire?