Is this a mermaid?

Werther slapped the foodie's ass with a straight face.

Immediately, the foodie hair exploded, spanking, oh my god, it was spanked, it has never been treated like this by my father,

The foodie's eyes were full of tears, and it looked at the boss accusingly.

The boss lowered his head a little guilty.

"Food, you are the biggest. As a big brother, you must set a good example for your younger brothers, you know," Werther taught coldly.

The foodie nodded aggrievedly.

Then, Werther's big palm landed on the boss's little butt, "It's still you, boss, what were you doing before, attacking brother with a wind blade, brother is a gold-swallowing beast, your ability is useless to him, But regardless of whether it will affect your elder brother or not, you can't develop a habit of attacking your elder brother. After forming a habit, you go out to play with other children like this, do you think they will be as good as your elder brother?"

"There is also little San." Werther looked at him seriously, and she held her little tail and stepped back, looking at Werther pitifully.

"You're a little mermaid so I won't hit you this time."

As soon as Werther finished speaking, the foodie, the boss and the second child all stared at Werther. Why can you not be beaten if you are a mermaid?How annoying, why are they not mermaids!

Werther preached: "You can't compare yourself with anyone, but with Xiaosan. Xiaosan is a mermaid, and society is like this. Mermaids are existences that need to be protected by all human beings. People are far more tolerant of Xiaosan than you. Boss, father can tell you , didn’t you and Xiao San both use their abilities when they were fighting? My father never said anything about you. After all, this is in the palace, and Xiao San’s body is no worse than yours. If you play like this, father and Nothing will happen if Dad is also nearby. But if you are in front of outsiders, you must not hear it like this?"

The eldest and the third looked at each other at the same time, staring at their father suspiciously.

Werther rubbed the head of the boss: "Boss, you are a boy, and Xiaosan is a mermaid. Xiaosan is a natural mermaid that has never appeared in the world. It is okay for him to attack you. Everyone will laugh and say that Xiaosan is very lively, but you Attack him with a wind blade, and the people from the Mermaid Protection Association should come to the door, they say they can't teach you, and my father will be annoyed to death by them."

The boss blinked his eyes. Obviously, he didn't understand why things developed like this, but he still nodded obediently, and he would do what his father said.

"The same goes for Little San." Werther said, "When you see someone you don't know present, you can't attack brother with a small fireball."

The little three nodded quickly like pecking rice, and turned around to give the boss a hug, indicating that they are very friendly brothers.

However, the tail of the little three couldn’t help him maintain his balance on the shore. After hugging the boss, his tail softened, and he directly led the boss to fall backwards, overwhelming the little one who was carefully hiding behind everyone when he saw Werther educating people. Two, the two children giggled and rolled together—except for Xiao Er, who was smart enough to feel that something was wrong in this falling position.

The foodie opened his eyes wide and wagged his tail vigorously towards that side, then rushed over.

Stacking arhats is fun!

"Oh!" Xiao Er screamed.

Xiao Er, who was forced to be at the bottom, really shouldn't have hid at the back just to make his father ignore him as much as possible!

At first, he was very successful. Didn't he see his father, after the training, the boss went over him to talk about the junior, but in the end, disaster happened, and it was really miserable to be pushed down to the bottom!

Seeing this scene, the expression on Werther's face gradually softened: "Stop making trouble."

Holding the children in their arms one by one, hanging their little noses: "You must be obedient in the future, and you can't make trouble for Dad, you know?"

Seeing Xiao Er's melancholy expression - it's really funny to see the melancholy on such a small child's face.

"And you." Werther restrained his smile, "Why do you eat like that, who did you learn from?"

"Do you know what makes people eat like that?" Witt nodded and said, "Pigs eat like that. Is Xiao Er a pig?"

"Pig." Xiao Er imitated Werther's pronunciation, looking at Werther's little eyes full of doubts.

"Your favorite meat is from pigs. After being killed, cut off the meat and feed it to the babies." Werther threatened, "Xiao Er wants to be killed like pigs and fed to the babies." ?"

Xiao Er stayed for two seconds, imagining that scene in his head, and suddenly burst into tears.

"Wow Xiao Er, don't!" Xiao Er cried sadly, "Don't want pigs, don't kill them."

Werther looked a little like laughing, but he was really frightened.

"Okay, don't cry." Werther wiped Xiao Er's tears away, "If Xiao Er doesn't eat like that in the future, he won't be able to."

Kissed the sobbing Xiao Er on the face.

Werther sat next to Mingo holding the babies who had been treated.

Mingo also refreshed himself at this time.

"Come here, babies." Mingo smiled and opened his hand towards Werther, and Werther put the babies on the bed.

Foodies and beasts take the lead, spreading their little hooves first, like Mingo rushing over - or dad's embrace is the warmest!

The boss followed closely behind, the wind was his speed, and he was the incarnation of the wind!Although his body seems to be somewhat inconsistent with Feng's image, it doesn't prevent him from using his speed to throw Xiao Er and Xiao San behind.

When the foodie was leaving, Xiao Er stretched out his hand and wanted to take a ride, but the food was too fast and did not catch it; Fat legs, stumbling forward under the leadership of the boss.

"Yo~" Xiaosan opened his hands towards Mingo, and Mingo cheerfully directed a water polo to wrap Xiaosan and sent him over.

Hugging the four babies together in his arms, Mingo kissed each of them: "Oh, my little ancestors, I really can't hold you down, let your father clean it up. You little naughty ones deserve it."

The four little guys twisted their buttocks in Mingo's arms and drilled each other back and forth in Mingo's arms.It looks so cute.

The children crawled around in his arms and felt itchy, Mingo couldn't hold his breath, and fell backwards with a smile.

Werther took a step forward and sat on the bed to catch Mingo. The bed was so soft that Werther seemed to sink into it.

The babies were still crawling around in Mingo's arms with four limbs and four claws. Mingo was tickled by them, and kept laughing and dodging slightly on Werther's body.

"What are you doing?" Werther patted Mingo's butt lightly.

Mingo turned his head and glared at Werther, smiling with watery eyes and thin red snow-white skin, which immediately made Werther's eyes go dark.

Putting his chin on Mingo's neck and rubbing it lightly, Werther said slowly: "When I went to the meeting today, the ministers proposed to hold a party to celebrate the birth of the emperor's grandson."

"It's been such a long time, they just remembered." Mingo asked disapprovingly while pulling Xiaosan who had rolled on the bed into his arms.

"This matter is something they have to discuss at the beginning of every meeting. Father and the others have rejected it ten times, this eleven times," Werther said hesitantly.

"Can't you refuse?" Mingo looked back at Werther.

Witt nodded: "When I left, my father and the others had already agreed to this matter, but the exact time to hold the party is still being discussed. What my father means is that it will satisfy them this time and it will be convenient for them to use their minds on unifying the outside world. .”

This explains Ge a little surprised: "Isn't it? After all, they are all elites selected from various fields. Is it necessary to be so confused?"

"Every time they raise this matter, after vetoing it, they devote themselves to the meeting." Mentioning this, Werther raised his eyebrows, "It's not that they are so shameless and chasing us to hold a party, it's mainly because of their family. If they don’t ask for this matter for a day, the mermaids in the family won’t obey—they have to think about their children and grandchildren. The current men are not fish slaves, how dare they resist the mermaid’s request.”

Mingo glanced at Werther: "You are weird, I think you are refusing many of my requests."

Werther waved his hand, kissed Mingo, hugged Mingo with both hands and lifted him up: "Okay, okay, let's not mention this matter."

"Hmph, I do this trick every time." Mingo turned over angrily, let the four children roll aside, lay on Werther himself, and punched Werther.

"Aww." The foodie jumped, jumped onto Mingo's back, jumped up and down, the boss flew up, dragged the second and third under his feet one by one, and brought them to Mingo's back.

Mingo turned around and scolded: "Where is the pressure? Dad's back hurts, get down, get down."

The foodie rolled on Mingo's back, got up and sat on Mingo's back and shook his tail vigorously.

"Go down, go down." Mingo moved his shoulders to make the four little guys roll down.

The foodie rushed over, stepped on Mingo's arm, and jumped out high.

"And you." Mingo looked at the three babies who were pulling his clothes.

The three looked at each other, pulled Mingo's clothes and turned over with difficulty, then carefully let go and slid down slowly.

After moving his relaxed waist, Mingo nodded in satisfaction and said, "You can't climb on Dad's back in the future, Dad's old waist can't support the four of you."

Xiaosan tilted her head and looked at Mingo.

Mingo has a serious face: "You will know when you get married in the future, those old men who were wolf and tiger."

After finishing speaking, Mingo gave Werther a pointed look.

Werther shrugged and patted Mingo's butt again: "I'm only a few years older than you? How old are you!"

Mingo pretended to be ferocious: "What are you doing! Don't move, who are you taking advantage of?"

Werther lay back and said, "Is this taking advantage?"

Slightly raised his body, raised his hips towards Mingo, rubbed it slowly in a circle, and said in a low voice to the edge of Mingo's fin: "This is taking advantage."

After finishing speaking, he stuck out his tongue and licked Mingo's most sensitive place.

Mingo's face instantly turned red, and he suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness all over his body, and said straightly: "All the children are by my side!"

"What can they understand?" Werther said indifferently.

"Hey." Suddenly there was a wicked smile from the side.

As soon as I turned around, I saw the wretched smiling face of the foodie.

Hmm, I forgot about this guy with inherited memory.

Werther grabbed the foodie by the neck with one free hand and threw it straight out.

The foodie turned over in the air, and flew back in a flutter.

"Why?" Werther raised his eyebrows and looked at the foodie's front paws on the pillow.

The foodie wagged his tail vigorously and rubbed his paws against his ears: "Father, do you want me to take my brothers out to play?"

Witt thought for a while, then nodded reservedly: "Get bigger!"

"That's great!" The foodie turned over backwards, and instantly changed from the size of four fists to a meter-long guy, causing the bed to sag suddenly.

The three babies had never seen a foodie like this before, exclaimed from their mouths, and crawled towards the foodie with interest.

The foodie lowered his head, pushed the younger brothers on their heads one by one, stuck out his tongue at Witt, and led the younger brothers to the beast neatly.