265. Tears Run: I Don’t Want to Lay a Nest of Snake Eggs 2
Ling Xiaotu was shocked by his terrible thoughts!
Oh my god, with a nest of snake eggs, I won't even be able to name my own child.
Ahhhhhhhhhh,,,,
I really want to die![
How terrible!
Tears running!
Ling Xiaotu couldn't think any more, but she just instinctively wanted to escape immediately, and her whole body shivered with fear in Xuanyuan Xuantian's arms!
Xuanyuan Xuantian seemed to have thought of something, and just hugged Ling Xiaotu gently and tighter.
Zhongli Yirui, however, was still standing aside and asked in a very ignorant manner:
"Um,,, if an ordinary woman is pregnant with Xuanyuan's child, what will she give birth to?!"
What?!
Xuanyuan Xuantian glared at Zhongli Yirui displeasedly, and the latter immediately took a big step back.
And Ling Xiaotu couldn't help but let out a cry of grief.
Ah, she doesn't want to give birth to anything!
There were already some moist tears in her always sweet and beautiful black eyes, as if if anything happened, they would immediately turn into heavy rain and pour down.
Ling Xiaotu is not a weak person.
She can still withstand fate making fun of her again and again.
But she was not ashamed of crying.
Like a truly free and easy person, she cries when she cries, laughs when she laughs, bends down when she encounters a low point, and straightens up when she encounters a high point. It seems that there is nothing in life that she cannot overcome.
However, an accidental life cannot be the accidental life of a litter, but it is not something she can easily accept!
At this time, she felt scared,,,
When I feel sad, I naturally want to cry...
But underneath her seemingly gentle and innocent appearance, she has the strongest heart.[
While trembling, I bravely maintained my composure.
Xuanyuan Xuantian felt a little inexplicable pity for that poor man who was trying to hold himself together.
Compared to a woman's coquettishness and coquettishness, the strength under her fragility is more like the fructose in crushed ice in summer. It has its own kind of attraction that makes people reluctant to take their eyes away.
Xuanyuan Xuantian raised his head, looked at Jimo Junyu, and said firmly: