My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker Chapter 87: suffocated

　　 He shook his face and comforted him, "Little dumpling, Grandpa Tiandao knows, you are a good boy, are you a good boy?"

Baby Mo nodded.

　　"Put down the Sacred Golden Talisman Summoning Talisman in your hand!" The smile on Tiandao's face became more and more kind, "Everything is easy to discuss, ah, everything is easy to discuss."

　　 "Stop talking nonsense, don't get in the way quickly." Qiao Mu yelled angrily.

　　 Tiandao was bitter with an old face, and glanced at Lord Jojo eagerly, "Jojo, how about let's make a discussion? You can go in, and all of you can go in. But... can we just get the same point? ?"

　　 Joe Qiao sullen his small face and glanced at him blankly.

　　 "If you don't talk secretly, you can be straight to the point!"

　　Heavenly Dao dreamed of rushing over now, stepping on Mr. Joe Qiao and beating him violently...

　　You little thing, the old man doesn’t care about you, so it’s so bad for you to go against the sky all the way. The old man opens his eyes and closes his eyes until now, he has to continue to indulge you with blood and tears!

　　 You even meowly asked the old man to open the door and say, "Your grandma's ancestor!"

　　 Master Qiao Qiao wiped his hand, and a hundred golden holy gold talisman summoning amulet appeared in the void.

　　天道:……

　　The Way of Heaven: @_@

　　天道:! ! ￥#@……@#!

　　 "As long as you don't refining the sacred palace, you can play with others!" Tian Dao stretched out a hand, roared heartbrokenly, then waved his hand and immediately removed the barrier in front of Jojo Up.

　　 Joe Joe snorted, put away a summoning charm with a touch of his hand, and said angrily, "Wasting my time."

　　 babble for so long, can’t you let it pass earlier?

　　 "Daddy, daddy, you can go daddy." The little dumpling lay on his father's shoulder, his little fist grabbed his dad's long hair and excitedly directed, "Go, daddy, go!"

　　Mo Lin irritably walked up the stairs, "talking a lot."

　　 Baby Mo bulged her cheeks, pouted and fell silent.

　　"What's the matter?" Moline patted his small body, "I'm not happy if you say you have a lot of words."

　　 "The little dumpling doesn't talk much, but the one who talks a lot is brother."

　　Mo Lin sighed softly and raised his hand to touch his son's little head, "Your brother has a path of his own choice. Shouldn't the little dumpling be blessed."

　　 Baby Mo flattened his mouth.

　　Mo Lin stretched out his hand and rubbed his son's little head, and laughed in a low voice, "Everyone grows up differently. Since you have made a choice, you must go down. Little dumpling, right?"

　　 Baby Mo nodded his head hard, "Yeah."

　　The father and son stepped onto the platform and walked to the door of the wide sacred palace.

　　 I saw Master Qiao Qiao standing in front of the majestic palace like a mountain and sea, slender like a willow leaf blowing in the wind.

　　 She turned her face, looked at the father and son blankly, and yelled, "Why are you so inked! Come here."

　　Mo Lin hugged her son and ran to her daughter-in-law. Before everyone else came up, she hurriedly bent over and stole a scent on her face, "Daughter-in-law, I want to be a husband."

　　 "My mother wants a small dumpling."

　　 Joe Qiao raised his hand and touched his son's head, and then touched his husband's head again.

　　 two fathers and sons:……

　　 "We are waiting for someone to come in."

　　Mo Lin took her daughter-in-law and her son in one hand, and walked a few steps forward.

　　 I saw a note hung at the gate of the palace: "The gate of the palace, 38,888 catties. Gather the strength of the crowd, and knock it open to enter it. Otherwise, get out!"

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