Chapter 904: What the little boy likes

Genius remembered for a second, "Love โ™‚ รท small? Say โ†’', provide you with wonderful novels to read. Han Che just spit out two words faintly: "Clothes." โ€

Changkan hurriedly took off his cloak and robe and handed it to him: "Little boy, put it on first." โ€

Han Che lowered his eyes and looked at his fingertips, and this time gave a word: "Dirty." โ€

Changkan immediately put his clothes back on, turned around and left: "Little boy, you wait, the little one will go and get it for you immediately." โ€

Han Che hummed softly with satisfaction.

Changkan thought as he ran, could his clothes be dirtier than the leaves?

He thought that Han Che was sitting there like a Guanyin boy, although his temperament was extraordinary, but the muscles of his body were the material for martial arts training at a glance, and the appearance of covering the leaves was simply too happy.

Be calm and calm, you must not laugh, lest you be killed by the little boy.

Song Yi took Wumeng to the dining room to find food, but he got lost while walking.

She had also been here for a long time, and it was not as prosperous as it is now, so she didn't know how to go.

"Sister Yiyi, you can get lost in your own home." Wu Meng smiled and quipped, jumped onto the roof, glanced at the whole situation, and pointed to the southwest: "The dining room is over there, I see smoke there." โ€

Song Yi flew up, it didn't matter if he didn't look at it, he was startled when he saw it, and patted Wu Meng's head: "Have you ever seen a restaurant that burns such a big smoke when cooking, it's a fire." โ€

Wumeng touched his head: "Do you want to put out the fire?" โ€

"Let's go, let's see. ใ€ๆ„›โ†‘ๅŽปโ–ณๅฐโ†“่ชชโ–ณ็ถฒ Qu ใ€‘"

Song Yi grabbed Wumeng's hand and flew to the southwest.

Even if you don't put out the fire, you can go and see the excitement.

"But I'm hungry." Wu Meng did a night of physical work, and her stomach was rumbling with hunger.

Song Yi was helpless: "You go to find something to eat, I'll go see what the fire looks like." โ€

Wumeng smiled happily: "Go, go, this is your home, what a pity for others to burn it." โ€

Song Yi kicked at her: "Sister is home all over the world." โ€

Wumeng smiled even more: "Sister Yiyi, don't think about going back if you come this time, it's no harm to treat this place as your home, I'm looking for something to eat, go and put out the fire." โ€

After speaking, Wumeng flew to the other side.

Song Yi pouted, the fire is my business, it's not my family.

Despite this, the people went to the place where the fire broke out.

Wumeng walked around the garden, leaning on her sharp nose towards the smell of food.

As a result, he pushed the door open, but was dumbfounded.

She blinked, looked around again, closed her eyes, and turned her head away, instantly messy.

What's going on here, how did she see herself sitting on the edge of the table munching on chicken legs, did she doppelganger?

The beautiful woman who was sitting on the edge of the table eating chicken legs saw someone come in, and immediately stood up, looking frightened.

Damn, this is definitely not me, I won't be so timid. ใ€ๆ„›โ†‘ๅŽปโ–ณๅฐโ†“่ชชโ–ณ็ถฒ Qu ใ€‘

Wumeng walked in and stared at her tightly: "Who are you?" โ€

The woman shook her head, looking nervously at her and not daring to speak.

"Didn't you notice that you look the same as me?" Wumeng walked over and reached out to grab her face.

The woman screamed in fear: "Don't, don't! โ€

She remembered the warning words of the man who captured him, even if she died, not to have the human skin mask on her face torn off.

Although she was forced to wear a mask, she didn't know what she looked like.

"What do you mean by wearing a human skin mask and pretending to be me, who gave you the guts!" Wumeng grabbed her hand and was about to tear her mask.

The woman said in a panic: "It's not me who wants to pretend, it's ...... It was the man who caught me, and said that as long as I wore this mask, I could be taken by a handsome son, and as long as I served him well, I don't know how. โ€

Wu Meng's hand stopped, and his eyes rolled slightly.

It turned out that Han Che really got a fake.

Wumeng glanced at her: "You remember, you served that man last night, and you will continue to serve tonight, you know?" โ€

The woman's eyes flashed with a pair of eyes that were somewhat similar to hers, and although she was a little suspicious, she nodded anyway.

"The man has a word on his neck, and you drew it with a dagger." Wumeng continued.

The woman nodded again.

Wu Meng took out a pill from her waist and stuffed it into her mouth: "Be obedient, this poison will not attack." โ€

The woman nodded desperately.

Wu Meng let go of her and pointed to the chicken leg on the plate: "Give me all the rest, do you want to?" โ€

"Yes, yes, yes." This woman was even more terrifying than the man last night, how dare she not want to.

Wu Meng hummed lightly, decisively took a chicken leg in one hand, walked to the door and turned back and said: "That man is now by the pond at the back of the house, and he will arrive through the bamboo forest, go ahead, rely on him to have your inexhaustible glory and wealth for the rest of your life." โ€

After Wumeng finished speaking, Han Che, a bastard, even made a fake self to deceive others.

But that's just right, so there's nothing wrong with yourself.

Wu Meng felt a little tasteless while gnawing on the chicken legs, and it was best to let Han Che, that idiot, be deceived by fake for the rest of his life.

After the woman in the house was gone, she immediately went to the pond in Zhuli as she said.

Halfway through, I met Changkan who came back to get her clothes, and Changkan saw that her expression was a little complicated.

The woman saw that his eyes were a little evasive, and she knew that it was this man who had arrested her yesterday.

"Did well last night, continue tonight." Changkan said a few words with a straight face, and stuffed Han Che's clothes into her hand: "Go and send it to the little boy." โ€

The woman nodded obediently, looking a little timid.

Changkan glared at her: "Be generous, don't look like a little daughter-in-law, the little boy doesn't like it." โ€

This broken look, how can it be compared with Miss Wumeng.

Alas, what is false is what is fake.

The woman straightened up and asked, "Do you want to continue tonight?" โ€

With some joy in her heart, the man also thought that last night was her waiter's bed.

This mansion is magnificent, at first glance it is a family that is either rich or noble, if you serve the little son in their mouth well, you can really enjoy the glory and wealth as the woman said.

A woman has desire. Hope became bold.

"It's not for you to ask if you want to continue." Changkan walked away with a straight face.

Whether or not to continue to detoxify depends on the little boy's own happiness, where does he know.

He Yan looked at his back as he walked away, hooked the corners of his lips, it seemed that no one had noticed that the little boy was a counterfeit wearing a human skin mask.

She took the robe and put it to her nose and sniffed it, a cold fragrance, it smelled good.

I quickened my pace and reached the edge of the pond.

I saw a man sitting naked in the grass, the sun shining on his skin, revealing an alluring sheen.

This little boy is so handsome, He Yan has a kind of joy that he has picked up the treasure.

Han Che had already heard the footsteps, but he didn't turn around, just stretched out his long arm to ask for clothes.

He Yan cleverly handed him the folded robe.

Han Che took the robe and shook it open, slowly and methodically draped the robe directly over his body, and then stood up calmly, tied his belt and hung the jade spike.

When he turned around and saw He Yan, there was a chill in his eyes: "Why are you?" "Reading, a better reading experience.