MTL - Rebirth Of The General’s Granddaughter-Chapter 14 Grab your face

Unexpectedly, all of this made Mu Ziyou, the little practitioner, ruined. Originally thought that she had served the forgotten lotus, by her illness, and then stepped into the temple by herself, seeking the water, can touch her, and then listen to her own words.

Who knows her, looks more close to herself than before, and can do nothing to prevent her from plugging her heart.

Do not let yourself follow Mu Yingrui, to the degree of lasciviousness of Mu Yingrui, wait three years later, I still don’t know how many more women are there?

Ziyou looked at Wang Yiping's clenched fist, and the more sweet the smile, the softer the voice: "Mothers don't have to worry about their father. When their father was in office, they were also waiting for the brides. Sometimes, my father's friend will also send women. To the father, Wu Yu Niang and Liu Yu Niang are the father's friends. Maybe the father will come back this time, Ziyou will have seven sisters, gossip."

Purple feels that his arm is holding, Wang Yiping's arm is stiff, and then his heart rushes for a moment of pleasure.

I am mad at you, practicing people! You want to dominate Mu Yingrui, not even the door. Get some niece and fight with you, see if you have any thoughts to harm me.

Mu Yingrui left, Ziyou and Wang Yiping slept for two nights. On the third night, Ziyou suddenly had a nightmare, crying and crying in her dreams.

Wang Yiping looked at the purple secluded eyes, but she didn't call her. She went to the ear room and rushed in. The ecstasy of Wang Yiping was pretending to be anxious. While shouting purple, she shouted: "You are, what happened to you?" Wake up, don't be scared!

The purple hand suddenly scratched her face.

The ancient woman, she always has long nails, purple and is in a dream, I don’t know how important, Wang Yiping only feels a burning pain on her face, so she jumped out of bed and ran to the mirror, looking in the mirror, face There are two long blood holes, and blood beads have been taken out.

"Ah! My face!" Wang Yiping exclaimed, and couldn't help but hate it. He went to the bed and raised his slap in the purple.

It is a pity that Wang Yiping has not waited for this slap in the palm of his hand. Purple sings and turns over, then wakes up and looks at her ignorantly and asks: "What happened to your mother? Do you raise your hand?"

After that, without waiting for her answer, she sighed and sighed: "Hey! My daughter just had a nightmare, dreaming that there is a woman who wants to harm her daughter, and her daughter wants to catch her, but unfortunately she didn't hold it, and then she woke up."

Wang Yiping was a guilty conscience, and the slap in the palm of his hand was only half a day. He could only help the purple slap to pat his back. He almost bit his teeth and said a word out: "Yeah, you didn't hold it, but you scratched your mother's face." Broken, all bleeding, I don’t know if I can stay."

"Ah!" Purple screamed deliberately, as if she saw the scratch on her face, anxious and sorry, tears instantly in the eyes, "I'm sorry! Sorry! Daughter is not intentional, mother, don't blame Is it good? Really, the singer clearly scratches the face of my woman, how can I scratch my mother's face? You are really damn."

When I finished, I cried in bed.

When Wang Yiping saw it, she hated it and cursed her face. She still had a smile on her face, comforting the purple, and the grievances made her want to rush out to learn the wild wolf.

Early the next morning, Ziyou cried and said this to the general.

General Mu Mu did not ask Wang Yiping a word, but comforted Ziyou. "Don't cry, you don't cry. You don't blame your mother. Grandpa has a salve that goes to saprophytic muscles, and you take it for a while. It’s just a gift to your mother. How big is it? Is it worth your heart to be like this? Well, from now on, don’t sleep with your mother, move to Grandpa’s yard and be with your grandfather.”

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Yesterday, I collected more than twenty. I wanted to add a more chapter, but I have to change the text the day after tomorrow, so I will add more. A lot of collections, more plus.