Xiahou Lin'an was infected, he was busy shouting, jumping to his feet and shouting,
"Baby, what a loose-mouthed little tiger!"
The water doll giggled, scratched her face and said shyly:
"I didn't even exert any force, but the emperor's brother just screamed, so embarrassed!"
Xiahou Lin'an came back to his senses and saw Xuanyuan Leng and others with half-smiles on their faces. He was immediately furious and quickly put on a cold face. He stretched out his hand to grab the water doll and spank it while shouting:
"Okay, how dare you make fun of the lonely king! If you have the guts, don't run away."
"He who doesn't run is a fool"
The water doll jumped three times, always a certain distance away from Xia Houlin, running and laughing, its clothes swaying in the wind, much like a beautiful kite; its laughter like a silver bell was like a good medicine, nourishing her.
The song tortures everyone's heart
Xia Houlin felt as if a cat was scratching his head and hurriedly chased after him to hug the water doll and realize his dream of possession.
But the water doll is not easy to catch. He has the light kung fu he learned from Jun Yichen and a clever brain. He goes around and around, looking like he is teasing Xiahou Lin'an.
When Xiahou Lin'an realized it, he was already out of breath and lost all face, especially since the water doll had been hanging ten feet away from him, and he couldn't see it. This feeling was really not good.
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"The humble minister Xuanyuanzhe is here to see the Emperor!"
Two men knelt on the ground, blocking Xiahou Lin'an's way.
Shuiwawa stood behind and smiled secretly, with a shy face and a proud look on his face. He was so arrogant.
Xiahou Lin'an was a little annoyed, and suddenly walked around the two courtiers, grabbed the water doll, lowered his head, and took a bite of the little pink face
He glared at her fiercely: Hum, let you run away, let you bite my hand, hum!
Shuiwawa curled her lips, touched her poor little face, and looked down upon her.
Where in the world can there be such a stingy adult, arguing with a child?
Oh, my poor face, rub it, it doesn’t hurt, doesn’t it?
Xiahou Lin'an felt distressed again. He didn't know whether the pink color was his work or whether it was the original one. After thinking about it, he kissed Shui Wawa's little face...