MTL - Princess too Young, Prince too Old-Chapter 1114 Pray to buddha, give me a son

The child apparently did not expect Yin Shuyi to say such a word, and for a moment, she didn't know what to do. Just watching Yin Shuyi covering her mouth and laughing, she stretched out her hands and squeezed his face, and said with a smile: "What? Little Buddha Lord, is he in trouble?"

The child's face flushed. The piece of meat being pinched by Yin Shuyi was almost ready to rise. He even shook slightly with his body. He straightened stiffly, staring at Yin Shuyi without blinking, then he said slowly: "You say it. No matter what you wish, I will let you do it."

Yin Shuyi was amused by the appearance of his old god: "Are you serious? If I asked you to ask Jinshan Yinshan, would you also move me?"

The child lowered his head and squeezed his fists, which seemed a little embarrassed. It seemed to be lingering in my heart. For a long while, he looked up and said to Yin Shuyi a little discouraged: "I haven't got Jinshan Yinshan yet. Will you wait a few more years? By the time I'm an adult ..."

"Hahaha!"

How could there be such a cute little guy?

Yin Shuyi laughed and burst into tears. In her laughter. The child's head is lower. It seemed as if she could not wait to get into the ground, and smiled enough that Yin Shuyi took the child's hand and said, "What do I want Jinshan Yinshan to do? I don't. Don't make it difficult for you."

"Then what do you want?" The child was so busy asking Yin Shuyi that she was nervous. "I mean, I can give you whatever you want."

"I want it, you really can't give it." Yin Shuyi smiled and shook her head. While sighing softly, he took the dumpling skin and lowered his head to continue making dumplings.

The child stared at those fair and delicate hands flexibly, and then squeezed out a four-color flower dumpling. He had never seen such a delicate food, and never seen such a beautiful hand. He looked at it so stupidly, until the four-colored flower dumplings came to him in his hands.

"Little Buddha, this is my tribute," Yin Shuyi said with a smile, and said to the children's glass-like eyes, "Do you like it?"

"Like," the child nodded noisily like pounding garlic, but just shook his head again busyly, and said firmly to Yin Shuyi with a look, "If you don't want anything, you can't ask for anything, then I can't accept your tribute."

"You are really ..." Yin Shuyi shook her head with a smile, paused, and sighed softly, "I'll ask you for a smooth and smooth journey."

The child raised his head, met Yin Shuyi's eyes, and half-pained, he said in a deep voice, "I promise you."

...

"Your little Buddha is really spiritual," Yin Shuyi looked at Bai Ma Khenbu softly, "If I knew you were so spiritual, I would have made more wishes."

Bai Ma Kangbu held Yin Shuyi's hand, faced her eyes, and said softly, "To me, Sister Yin can make a wish anytime, anywhere."

"Really?" Yin Shuyi put her lips on her lips and gave a big smile, while she reached into the ears of Bai Ma Kang Bu, and said softly, "Please ask Buddha, give me a son."

Bai Ma Kang Bu's ears changed color instantly, and even the whole face turned red to the neck.

"Why? Lord Buddha can't control this?" Yin Shuyi's fingertips gently rubbed the flushed face close at hand, making her eyes playful. "It seems I worship the wrong temple ..."

"Sister Yin!" Bai Ma Kangpu was ashamed and shy, but couldn't hold back the ecstasy of his heart. Before Yin Shuyi had finished speaking, he had bullied himself and leaned up, leaning on the face under him, In your life, you can only enter my temple and worship me this Buddha ... "