"Do you say you want to make Jinghong smaller?"

Ming Yan raised an eyebrow, and his tone was a little surprised. Ning Yiyun was confused by Ming Yan's appearance before. It only nodded in a mess, and after a while, he calmed down his own one.

The heart of the youthful old aunt.

"I don't want to let Jinghong stay in the room all the time, so ... do you have a way?"

Ning Yiyun asked.

Ming Ye gained her eyes slightly, and her knife was not left at any time a few hundred years ago, but that year, the world was different, and the knife was almost a symbol of her identity. However, I did not expect that now, A Yun is still still.

Think about taking this knife.

"Can."

Ming Yan slightly pushed the head, and stared at the knife in the arms of the Ning Tuan group, and a smile flashed in his eyes. Originally, he wanted to borrow this opportunity to move his hands and feet. Jinghong was hostile to him.

I have been used to this stinky knife that has always been carried by her? But the bad thoughts of Ming Yan have not yet got up, and it was dispelled by a sentence picked up by Ning Yiyun.

"By the way, can you know who can repair the knife? Jinghong is a bit damaged."

Ning Yiyun is a more euphemistic rhetoric. After all, take care of Jinghong's face.

Jinghong now looks like "a bit of damage". When he looked at this, he was afraid that the Ning Tuan would accidentally drop the Jinghong to the ground. This knife would be cracked.

Hearing that Ning Yiyun said so, the smile in the corner of Ming Sylot's mouth faded, and a little bit of haze in his eyes.

After all, he knew more than Ning Yiyun now, and knew why Jinghong became like this. Thinking of what happened that year, Mingzheng only felt dull and uncomfortable.

In this case, Ming Yan was less hostile to Jinghong.

"I will help you inquire."

Mingzheng nodded, which was the request of Ning Yiyun.

With the help of Mingyu, Jinghong, who had such a long arms of an adult man, became as big as half of the palm of the Ning Tuan. Ning Ning thought about it, took a red rope from the desk drawer, and worn Jinghong.

It's on your own neck.

Jinghong: "!!!"

The owner is fine!

Mingyu: "..."

He knew that he wouldn't help!

Looking at Jinghong's excitement to "buzzing", Ming Yan bit his teeth. Although he knew that Jinghong had no spirit, his mind was no different from a five -year -old child, but seeing that it could be like Ning Yiyun like this.

Intimate, Mingzheng still feels a little itchy.

Want to beat the stinky knife!

Want to use that stinky knife to kill pigs!

"Wow!"

The Ning Tuan looked up at the Jinghong on the neck of Ning Yiyun's neck, and "wow", full of envy: "The shocking Hong became smaller!"

I couldn't help but "buzz" when I heard that I said this.

Its cub has a vision! Even if it becomes smaller, it looks much better than those who are not true!

"Okay, don't be excited."

Ning Yiyun also touched the Jinghong on his neck with some funny way, and if he wanted to say something, he saw the complaint eyes from Mingzheng.

Ning Yiyun: "..."

I do n’t know why, she suddenly a little guilty, and silently let go of the hand of Jinghong. And Ming Yan also pursed her lips, her face was pale, and her tone was weak.

"A Yun, I seem to be a little dizzy."

"Ah? Are you okay?"

Ning Yiyun, who heard this, couldn't help walking to Mingyu to help him, anxious tone.

Jinghong: "..."

Don't stop it, it will desperately with this dog man today!

Ning Tuan: "???"
Chapter completed!