"Since my sister said that, I'm not polite. Sister, you know that I'm not very familiar with Shiyi Valley, and I stayed away from Lord Demon Lord. I tossed and turned for a long time last night and couldn't think of what to give Lord Demon Lord. I wonder if Sister Minghao can..."

In my eyes, Ming Qian and I were in tune with each other and seemed to have guessed what I wanted to say.

"Okay, isn't it just preparing the birthday gift of Lord Demon Lord for you? Sister, don't worry, this is all a trivial matter... I'll cover my sister, I'll prepare it for you..."

"Then this is what you said."

Before Ming Ying finished speaking, I stuffed the snack box in my hand into her: "Then it's settled, so I'll thank my sister here."

Ming Qian was stunned for a moment in my thanks.

"Okay! They are all called sisters. You have to calculate and plot against me. Fu Mojun, you are too unkind."

I rolled my eyes and said disapprovingly: "No, how could I plot against you? You mentioned it to me as a sister. It was you who said you should prepare the birthday ceremony of the Demon Lord. How could it be done? I plot against you..."

"I……"

Ming Qian was so choked by me that he couldn't say a word, so he grabbed the snack box in my hand and snatched it: "For the taste of the snack, I don't care about it."

Once upon a time, he heard Si Ming Xingjun say such an allusion, saying that there was a mortal born in a family of scholars and he was also a talented man who was influenced by the fragrance of books. Although he was a talented man, his character was not very kind. Any ancient books, calligraphy and paintings that caught his eyes would definitely take out a cry, make a fuss and hang him. If it really didn't work, he would change the skeleton and the prince, and exchange his copy for the original works of others.

After listening, I thought about it carefully in my heart, and after thinking about it, I felt that Si Ming Xingjun was even more unkind.

The painting book says that those talents who are good at literature and martial arts must be matched by beautiful women who are beautiful in the city and the country. I don’t know who is so miserable, but he is matched with such a despicable turtle turtle who is so despicable. He is just like a beautiful woman with a poor life and a great disaster.

It's really pitiful.

Now, I feel that my behavior seems to be comparable to that of this turtle little turtle. Yuran feels that this talent is not as annoying as I thought before.

Ming Qian held the pastry box in one hand and couldn't wait to open it and taste one, but when I looked at the smile that was so bright that it was not a little dark, I could know how the piece of plum blossom cake tasted.

Such a woman is upright and clean, and is most worthy of Brother Xu Ze's little prince who is not stained with the mud.

"Mom...Sister, I have to go home to prepare this birthday gift for you. Besides, the past few days are the critical time for rehearsals. I am very busy and I am afraid I can't take time to visit you. I can't carry the birthday gift with you every day, right? In my opinion, we should wait until the Demon Lord's birthday to meet at the city gate and give you the birthday gift. What about?"

Ming Qian has an incredible smell that always makes me feel very at ease.

It is precisely because of this that I asked her to back up the birthday gift for his mother for me.

I nodded and thanked her, and stopped disturbing her. I stayed in Siyuefu and watched these beautiful and beautiful women who were so beautiful that they had no knowledge and were blind to appreciate. I don’t know if it was because of my shallow knowledge and omissions that I could appreciate, or if my realm was too high, no dancer could get into my eyes. Looking at it, the dancers trained by the Royal Family of the Ninth Heaven or the Ten-Wing Valley seem to be the same. They are as slender as willows, and their dances are like boneless, and they are the same, and they are really not very innovative.

Ming Qian was anxious to get angry and showed his movements with a piece of plum blossom cake in his mouth to show him to several dancers who were always unable to dance. When I saw her so busy, I felt sorry for her and had to worry about preparing the birthday gift for me for a moment, and left quietly.

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