The Law of Transmigration: The Black-Hearted God’s Domineering Love

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Their ancestors accompanied the founding emperor to lay down the old ministers of Jiangshan!

“How many people have you brought with you?” asked Yong’an, who was trembled.

"One person." Xiaoyan climbed up from the ground. "And he seems to bring a courtesy."

"Is a gift?" Ernst unbelievably widened his eyes. "You are sure that you have not read it wrong."

"OK! I have a few boxes on my hand."

Yongan waited for a moment and suddenly waved his hand. "Let him go! Let him go! The weasel gives the chicken a year, and is uneasy."

"Reverse!" Mrs. Luo took the chopsticks on the table. "Yong'an waiting is a chicken in your eyes?"

"Mother, no, my son is just a sigh of anger." Yongan waited for his old mother to shrink his neck like a little cockroach.

Mrs. Luo saw him like this, and she longeded in despair.

The day is going to die, he will die!

The eldest son is a dozens of officers, not only so embarrassed, but also wants to go to the arm to twist the thigh, without any half-time review of the mind.

How long can she care for a group of children who are not angry?

Mrs. Luo’s wife sighed and sighed. The strength of her body seemed to be drawn, and she leaned softly against the back of the chair.

"Mother!" Yongan waited for two steps forward.

"I'm fine!" Mrs. Luo waved her hand and looked up at Xiaoxiao. "Come and ask the late general to come in. Also, come and clean the table, and you will all have to eat as if you haven't eaten."

"Yes!"

Two masters, three masters, and three-room ladies, several children have been well-behaved.

"Mother, is it hard that you still want to invite the comet to eat together?" Yongan waited for a reluctance.

"St. is young, the political and military powers are in the hands of Yu Chi Che, even if they can't make good friends with him, but they can't be evil. The necessary momentum is good to protect the 100-year foundation of Yong'an waiting. Does this mean me? Does this woman support you?"

"But he only smothered the ministers who had rumored with his son the day before. Now let him go in, how will the ministers of the DPRK look at it?"

"Now it is him who is late to come to the door, not to go to the door, if one day, you are imprisoned for offending him, and the mother can only lead an old man to cry outside his general. Asked. Do you think it looks better?" Mrs. Luo patted the table heavily, and her breath was a bit unsatisfactory.

"Mother!" The two masters and the three masters rushed forward to take advantage of Mrs. Luo's old lady, and then looked at Yongan with a disapproval. "Big brother, are you really going to mad at the mother?"

"Son, not..." Yongan waited for a pause, and after all, he sighed and sighed. "My son must follow the instructions of his mother."

Nothing! Nothing!

The day before yesterday, he had already returned a life, and he had already lost his mind to fight again. Now there is something to fight for.

Mrs. Luo’s wife sighed and stood up and looked at the people in the room. “You are going to meet me.”

Everyone’s face was unwilling, but they still bowed their heads and obediently followed them up.

Without taking two steps, I saw Xiao Xiao lead the man who was so angry that strode into the corridor.

Although the hands are indeed a lot of gifts, but the whole person exudes a thick cold, making people shudder.

"When the late general visited, there was a long-awaited welcoming, but I also hoped to forgive me." Under the support of Yongan, Mrs. Luo’s wife held a smile and greeted her.