Han Shanyue looked at Ning Xuemo's small paws that obviously had tea stains, and frowned dissatisfiedly: "This can't be wiped clean."

He took out a piece of brocade and rubbed it for her. Even the furrows and ravines in the loose wrinkles are not spared

He is a person with a habit of cleanliness, and he wipes Ning Xuemo's hands several times cleaner than those washed with soapy water.

It simply wiped the age spots on the back of her hand red.

It was indeed clean, so he let go of her and added slowly: "This seat can't be solved, it doesn't mean that I don't know who can solve it."

This girl is simply talking and panting

Ning Xuemo's little heart that sank into the abyss was lifted out again.

She decisively hugged one of his arms: "Great God, then take me to this person"

Han Shanyue withdrew his arm in disgust: "Don't move your hands and feet"

Her face folds are cute to him, making his hair stand on end. But the mood is inexplicably better.

Ning Xuemo was stimulated by the disgusted expression on his face, you don't want me to do anything because you think I'm ugly

If you don't take me, I'll be disgusted with you

She stepped forward and pounced, shook his hand again, and discussed with him sincerely: "Great God, you are also my future husband, I have always been like this and I have lost your person, so you have to try to restore me as soon as possible."

"Bang" The sound of something falling to the ground came.

Ning Xuemo looked back, and what he saw was the appearance of everyone's collective petrification.

Even the eight-faced, shrewd and crisp Lord of the Eight Counties had an expression of being struck by lightning.

Her maid was even more surprised to drop the box she was holding.

The lid of the box was opened, revealing the thousand-year-old He Shou Wu that had taken shape inside

Ning Xuemo finally realized that there were still so many onlookers here, so she calmly stepped forward and picked up He Shou Wu.

It's not bad, although the box fell to the ground, this He Shou Wu is still very complete, and not a single whisker has fallen.

The other maid was still holding the box of the thousand-year-old blood lingzhi, and Ning Xuemo took it together, looked at it twice, and made sure it was genuine.

She immediately smiled with relief, and then raised her hand and patted the shoulder of the eight county lords: "Your proposal just now was very good, I answered it on his behalf." ”

The Eighth County Lord finally came to his senses, and looked at Ning Xuemo with a rather complicated gaze: "Senior"

Her mind was struck by thunder, and she was still desperately swiping the screen in her mind: God, this old lady is actually the god-like noble Mrs. Han This old lady is actually the god-like noble Mrs. Han

It's too scary, it's too thunderbolt

If someone said that, she wouldn't believe it

But now she saw it with her own eyes, and this ghostly and inaccessible Master Han was very special to this old lady, and actually allowed her to be so close, and wiped her hands

Oh my God, oh my God

The world is swollen

Her eyes sparkled with gossip

After Ning Xuemo came to this world, she didn't know how many titles she had changed.

What a little girl, a stinky girl, not too much for a little girl.

It was the first time that Yu Jin was called a senior, which made her feel a sense of vicissitudes in an instant.

She raised her hand and touched her folded face, and kindly raised her hand to pat her lightly on the shoulder of the eighth county lord, and smiled quite kindly: "Little girl, the condition you just mentioned is quite fair, so we will settle the deal."

We will accept these two gifts from you, and you will be able to live in several houses

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