Spring water to wash his hair, wow, the city will play, Zhao Chengcheng wanted to ask him, the four waters are divided into drinking water and living water, think about it, it's better not to ask.

"You have to designate a place and a designated water source to wash your hair, do you still have a designated Tony teacher?" It's really a big battle, Zhao Chengcheng rolled his eyes, but he was too serious about picking thorns just now, and the corners of his eyes twitched, hey, she rubbed her eyes again and said at the same time: "Since you have returned to Forget Immortal Mountain, let the fairy child serve, what are you looking for me." ”

Wan Li didn't think much about it just now, but after she reminded her, she realized that she had leaked her mouth, and hurriedly added: "I used to wash it myself, but now that I have Hongmengzhu, I will have back pain when I bend over, and I will be dizzy when I bow my head."

"Moreover, Hongmengzhu doesn't like cranes." He lowered his eyes.

Zhao Chengcheng said: "Then get drunk and travel to the Tao."

"Hongmengzhu doesn't like anyone else, except you." Wan Li secretly said to Hongmengzhu in the bottom of her heart: If you want to be alone with your mother, tell her if you want to.

Hongmengzhu sensed his thoughts, and he could emit a red light, and Wan Li looked up happily and looked into Zhao Chengcheng's inquiring eyes: "Look." He waited for her to answer, and couldn't help but be a little nervous.

After a while, Zhao Chengcheng retracted his eyes and said: "Back pain, dizziness, are you a pregnant woman with low blood sugar, I know, I will wash you for half an hour after breakfast tomorrow." ”

"It doesn't take me half an hour to wash my hair."

"Oh."

The next day, held up by the huge lotus leaf, she wanted to cut off the stupid tongue in her mouth, saying that half an hour, an hour is not fragrant.

At this time, on the winding spring pool, Zhao Chengcheng sat on the lotus leaves, and his feet soaked in the hot springs of the Forgotten Immortal Mountain, the lotus leaves of the Immortal Mountain were sunken into stools and shampoo chairs by her, and the unbent and bowed her head enjoyed the fifteen-minute pre-washing program.

"The strength is not heavy."

"Well, push harder." Wan Li closed his eyes and said, between the green silks, the honey-colored ten fingers pressed and scraped along the scalp, and he was so comfortable that he almost sighed.

When Zhao Chengcheng held up his neck and scraped his fingers hard along the meridians on the back of his neck, he finally couldn't help but moan and curled his toes.

At this time, if an outsider passes by, he will definitely think about it, Zhao Chengcheng seems to be used to it, after all, Zhao Chengcheng has been sitting for two years as the top technician of the sister-in-law's hairdressing center, and the first statement is that all the customers he receives are female customers.

Xianjia Hot Spring soothes muscle soreness and has a remarkable effect, most of the hours have passed, Zhao Chengcheng did not feel tired and tired at all, rubbing his feet and half asleep, as soon as she stopped, the guy who was so comfortable that the corners of his mouth rose up, and immediately hummed and chirped dissatisfiedly.

She also has to go to Mo Rumei's blind date, Zhao Chengcheng is helpless to a pregnant husband, but his hair volume is enviable, and I hope that the dog can inherit it.

At this time, in the Demon Palace, which is thousands of miles away from Forgotten Immortal Mountain.

In the round mirror of the beast pattern frame, the two figures are inseparable, and the unbearable sound comes and goes.

"Slut, you know how to use foxy means to bewitch the gods." Jiang Yuan pinched the witch's treasure mirror, her fingertips turned white due to excessive force, and the mirror was just a blurry picture, and the sultry whisper of the god seemed to be absent came into her ears, and she blushed and scolded bitterly: "Shameless woman." ”

The witch cast a spell from the side, and at the same time mocked: "Men and women who eat and drink, people Lu Ziye is the first to strike, you, it's really embarrassing to lose to this kind of village girl who can't get on the stage."

"She's smitten your sweetheart, and you're just hiding here."

"Ouch, that voice softened me, I can't wait to find a man to put out the fire, hahaha."

Jiang Yuan picked up the treasure mirror and smashed it towards the frivolous voice, and at the same time condensed the sword qi and attacked the woman who insulted the god with foul words: "Die!"

The female demon took the treasure mirror lightly, turned it in her palm, and the mirror faced Jiang Iris, a light flashed by, and she was fixed in mid-air: "What kind of demon magic did you use on me!" Jiang Yuan's luck was in vain.

"Haha, silly girl, the treasure of my demon world, of course, is used by demon magic." The witch clapped her hands, and several slaves with masks strode into the palace, their upper bodies were shirtless, their muscles were compacted, and the witch threw flattering eyes at the person who was fixed in mid-air, hooked the slave's neck with one hand, and pressed her upper body directly on the man's shirtless chest: "Jiang Iris, do you want to know what your god looks like when he touches a woman." ”

"Obscene, shameless."

"Hahaha, there are even more shameless and inferior, how do you know, Wan Li and the village girl are not spring breezes several times, and they know the taste of the marrow."

"Hugh has to insult the gods, you demons are pickled, and the gods are different."

"All men in the world are the same, let me show you how they surrender to the gentle country of women, don't blink."

"Shameless!"

Jiang Yuan's miserable and scolding could not stop the witch from doing evil, even if she didn't look at it, she couldn't help but listen.

Even, Jiang Yuan shamefully mistook the man next to the witch for a god!

God!

How can you!

Jiang Yuan opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes were red, and a string of thunderstorms broke out in the hall, and blood splattered on the spot.

Bang bang, bang bang.

The sound of firecrackers was deafening, Zhao Chengcheng covered his ears, although he didn't want to listen, but it was also his own bad idea, a pair of plain white hands stretched out from behind her, and naturally covered her ears, and Zhao Chengcheng took the opportunity into his arms and whispered: "The gongs and drums are noisy, the firecrackers welcome the door, Mo Rumei's face is enough." ”

The person who was already numb to his hands and feet looked at the red paper all over the ground and said, "When the belly is big, there will be more lively." "I'm probably going to be on the streets," she thought.

"I said, why is your stomach still flat." Speaking of the big belly, Zhao Chengcheng turned around in his arms, raised his eyes, pressed his hand on his abdomen, and the hard state under his palm was very flat: "It's been five months."

Wan Li didn't know why, he also thought that he would show his nostalgia like a woman: "Come over tonight, you can ask him." ”

"He didn't know what he asked, but I just asked the woman in the new village to hurry up and make clothes for a ten-year-old, if he was born an adult, it would be easy to wear your clothes."

"How to wear my clothes, you should wear your clothes, you like your daughter, don't you." Wan Li hugged her, and the two of them were intimate at the gate of the courtyard.

Zhao Chengcheng, who endured the cold, slightly pushed open his handsome face, leaning too tightly, and his nose was full of the scent of smoke.

Of course she wants a daughter, the problem plot is a son, and she can't say that she knows it's a son, so she can only keep a straight face, push people away, ignore the loss in his eyes, and say: "I want a daughter, can it be a daughter." ”

Zhao Chengcheng was obsessed with a daughter, and Wan Li was disturbed by the problem of giving birth to a boy and a girl, and when he thought of Zhao Chengcheng holding someone else's daughter at the wedding banquet and not letting go, he was anxious for a while, and he put his five fingers together and covered the Hongmengzhu: "Your mother really likes her daughter, do you know." ”

Hongmengzhu didn't react, and it was the lack of reaction that made Yun Li feel bottomless.

"Hanging pot, when can you determine whether the child is a boy or a girl." Wan Li was also very anxious: "Aren't you able to conclude that Daigo's fetus is a boy in three months?" Because the old man of the hanging pot had been vague, he also had to wonder if his disciple's medical skills were as refined as rumored.

The hand holding the pot trembled, and in the eager sight of the Divine Venerable, he didn't know how to answer, and said after a while: "Divine Venerable, give the disciple some more time." ”

"Five months, that's not enough." The sound couldn't be colder anymore.