Chapter 1872: The Mystery of Life Experience: The Secret of Mrs. Emperor Yi【1】
Mystery of Life: The Secret of Mrs. Di Yi [1]
Although Yun Hanxiao has always agreed with Di Shaoze to learn more and do more.
But if this kind of terrifying activity is not stopped, I will probably blow up the house next time, and I am afraid the roof will be blown up!
You can tell at a glance that it was Xiao Wu, and only he would give the child such violent things.
Yun Han smiled and looked at Xiao Wu, Xiao Wu turned his face and ignored him.[
Yun Han smiled and lowered his head, sighing helplessly!
Only Di Shajie can take care of Xiao Wu's affairs.
But Di Shajie probably would still calmly see this scene and say that everything is under Xiao Wu's control.
It seems that no one will be able to educate a child like Shaoze in the future. He is pampering and rigorously training!
If this child is not perverted in the future, he will be a pervert. I really don’t know who can control him.
However, although the furniture is in severe disaster, the children are not seriously injured. It is probably related to the protective effect of the strong riot isolation blanket that Xiao Wu bought recently.
There was only a faint blue mark on Di Shaoze's face. It was probably touched by the splattered furniture fragments. Xiao Baoer also had a broken skin on his hand, bleeding, and blushing, looking more like Shaoze's.
The scars on his face were even more serious. If it weren't for Shaoze, Xiao Baoer would probably be crying loudly now!
A group of people quickly dealt with the sequelae of the accident so that Mrs. Di Yi would get angry when she saw Xiao Baoer's injury.
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The dark night is not a sound. Even the breathing that is indulged in dreams should be quiet.
But the sound of gentle footsteps broke the calm of the night.
The cool white moonlight, a slender back accompanied by this slight sound, came to the backyard where no one cares.
This place is like a quiet tomb, dilapidated and without any anger.
The walls were covered with withered vines. It seemed that when you touch them with your hands, the dead branches would break and fall to the snow.