My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker Chapter 5: One thousand one hundred and eighteenth

　　 Baby Mo, who was left out by the crowd, suddenly cried loudly.

Queen 　　 hurriedly took a few steps forward, stretched out her hand to hug her grandson, smiled openly and said, "Quickly, my family must be waiting outside, take the little emperor and grandson out and show them."

　　The maids smiled and stepped forward to open the door of the temple, only to hear the sound of exclamation from outside.

　　 Moline didn’t look back, she just held Jojo’s hand and said, "Jojo, you can lie down and sleep for a while."

　　 Qiaomu is actually not that sleepy now, she is full of joy, and wants to hold the little guy over again.

　　 She took a look just now, and only saw the child's little face wrinkled, and now I want to take a closer look at him.

　　Mo Lin knows her wife's mind best, and when she sees her look like this, she nodded knowingly, touched her hand back and said, "I'll take him over."

　　He got up and walked to the door. As soon as he was about to step out, he heard Qiao Lin shouting outside, "Mother, the sky is full of dark clouds. Isn't it going to be a storm?"

　　 "Yes, it's okay just now, the sky is full of stars." Qiaosen's puzzled voice followed.

　　Mo Lin jumped slightly in his heart, and quickly glanced towards the sky.

　　 I'm going, where is the harbinger of squally stormy rains, it is clear that I want to... come to a vigorous punishment!

　　 Who the **** is going to punish?

　　 His daughter-in-law worked so hard to give birth to a baby. This thief, who doesn't have eyesight, wants to punish her?

　　 Prince Mo narrowed his phoenix eyes dangerously, and his eyes were full of sharp and cold light.

　　 "What's the matter?" The queen was surprised, and her hand holding the child tightened slightly unconsciously.

　　 Moline stretched out his hand to the baby, "Mother, let the people outside first find a place to hide, I'm afraid God's punishment is coming."

　　 "God's punishment!" Empress Empress's voice was more than half louder, her face was angry, "Who is the punishment?"

　　Mo Lin paused slightly when she reached out.

　　 With both hands through a layer of defense, he hugged the little baby over without hesitation.

　　 He looked down at the crumpled kid, turned and walked towards Qiaomu's bed.

　　 This kid is really an unconscious little guy.

　　 is such a small person, can he actually put a defensive layer next to him to block his dad?

　　 Humph, hum!

　　 Does this kid still want to turn the sky over?

　　 Just like his cultivation base of the seventh or eighth level of the God Realm, how can it be seen in front of his father?

　　Moline paused and opened his eyes suddenly.

　　 Wait? !

　　 Divine Realm Seventh, Seventh, Eighth? Level eight! Level eight?

　　 Mo Lin staggered and almost fell on the bed, with a pair of dark phoenix eyes, staring at the little guy in his hand intently.

　　 is not an illusion, right?

　　 On that defensive layer, he did sense the breath of a god-level cultivator.

　　 Qiao Mu saw his husband sitting on the edge of the bed holding a baby in a daze. He sat there in a daze with his back stiff for a while.

　　 She couldn't help but leaned forward curiously, turned a head to him, "What's wrong with you."

　　Mo Lin hugged the little baby who had already stopped crying and did not know when she fell asleep, turned her head to look at her daughter-in-law, with a wooden expression, "Jojo, you might not believe it. Ours My baby, he has developed profound veins since he was born."

　　Mo Lin's voice paused, and suddenly said, "Qiao Qiao is now at the eighth level of the gods."

　　 Qiaomu was shocked when he saw him, "What's the matter?"

　　 Moline said without expression, "My son inherits all your cultivation."

　　Heaven's punishment, it turned out to be for this little boy...

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