Quickly put on the male god, you are so good

Chapter 154 Meng Po, Too Much Soup (44)

Over the past few decades, Yangzhou City has grown more and more prosperous.

Among the crowd, there is a pair of father and son who are particularly eye-catching.

A small group of three-year-old children, obediently holding the fingers of the tall man beside him, conveying curiously back and forth with a pair of big black and white eyes.

"Father, why don't we stay in the palace and come to this small town?" Xiao Tuanzi's voice was soft, with the innocence of a child, so cute that passing women wanted to hug them and kiss them.

Their wolf-like eyes fixed on the child.

It's like a human trafficker, as if waiting for the man to pick up the child and run away if he doesn't pay attention.

It's just that this idea has just emerged, and the idea of ​​​​the men and women who are looking at the children is suddenly aborted.

The man's aura is too strong, and his handsome face seems to be covered with a layer of frost, which makes people look at him from a distance but dare not get close.

Along the way, Xiaotuanzi was chattering and asking many kinds of questions, but the man didn't reply coldly from the beginning to the end.

The little boy looked at his father full of wonder and admiration.

"Father, Father, why can you fly?"

"Father, Father, how can you be resurrected after death? You have become so young?"

God Beiyuan: "..."

I really want to gag my son's mouth.

He took his son and settled in a small courtyard.

This is what he asked his subordinates to settle down a long time ago.

As soon as Xiaotuanzi arrived in the courtyard, he couldn't help the child's playful nature, and ran wildly in the courtyard with his feet loose.

While running, he suddenly raised his head curiously, pointed at the locust tree in the middle of the courtyard and said excitedly: "Father, what a big tree."

Xiaotuanzi was a small one, and he opened his arms trying to hug the locust tree.

His arms were stretched out long, but no matter how much he stretched out, he couldn't fully embrace it.

Xiao Tuanzi's fair and jade-like face turned red from the sun. He pouted his red lips unhappily, unwilling to give up just like that. This time he even used his feet.

Beiyuan just stood behind him and watched Xiaotuanzi toss, with smiles in his eyes.

"Father, go to the inn and buy the braised pork ribs you like. You stay at home."

Xiaotuanzi was busy wrapping his legs around the tree trunk and said without turning his head, "I will be good."

Hearing Xiaotuanzi's assurance, Beiyuan Shangshen went out with peace of mind.

Before leaving, I didn't forget to turn around and put a barrier on the house.

……

Gu Qian was lying on an auspicious cloud, floating comfortably.

I saw a golden light coming from below.

She poked her head curiously and saw a child climbing a tree in the garden.

The child is very cute, with a chubby face, short limbs, and his whole body is lying on the tree trunk.

There was still someone mumbling something in his mouth.

Gu Qian was curious for no reason. She couldn't hold it back and controlled Xiangyun to stop on the tree trunk.

She poked her head out from the dense leaves and said, "Little fat man, what are you doing?"

Hearing the voice, Xiaotuanzi replied subconsciously: "Where is the fat man?" He said, and stretched his head to look around, trying to see where the fat man was.

Gu Qian was amused by his innocent behavior.

He held his belly and propped himself on a branch and laughed exaggeratedly.

Hearing the woman's laughter, the little fat man raised his head towards the source of the sound.

As soon as he raised his head, he met a big bloody face with fangs, which made him fall to the ground with fright, and his face turned pale with fright.

Seeing him sitting on the ground in a daze, Gu Qian smiled even more happily.

But she completely forgot how terrifying the grimace she conjured up with this wild laughing expression was.

Xiaotuanzi wanted to run, but his legs were too weak to stand up, and his butt moved back secretly.

The range is so small that people think he is tickling his butt, rubbing on the ground and scratching it.

(End of this chapter)