100 Ways to Get the Male God - Chapter 337

[Chapter 337 Killer and Little Mute (44)]

This kind of “beautiful” life accompanies the entire travel process. No matter how he refuses, he will be taken back in a slow manner. In the end, he will be repeatedly tossed with tears in his eyes. The killer who has always been clear and cold, but at this time does not know how to restrain himself. …

Yu Chu had tears on his face and tears in his heart.

Not to mention the counterattack, every time it finally ended, she didn’t even want to move her fingers, and she was a ghost…

When we went out to play together during the day, there was no sign of tormenting people on Mu Ye’s face.

The young man is slender and his expression is always calm and calm. He will hold her doll with connivance, and his white fingers gently hold the button, and he never presses it empty.

The girls watching couldn’t help but stare at the stars, and Yu Chu gestured in surprise and asked him the secret, but the young and beautiful killer was silent, and then casually whispered:

“Good observation.”

“…”

Yu Chu threw up a doll and hit him.

Mu Ye received it easily, then rubbed her head, turned her head slightly, and smiled lightly on her lips.

After a few months of unscrupulous and carefree life, the two returned to the orphanage.

The days that followed were like flowing water, calm and warm.

It was only a year later that the dean’s grandmother asked worriedly why her stomach still hadn’t moved…

Hearing this question, Yu Chu was stunned.

Neither she nor Feng Qing belonged to the small plane. They only temporarily took up an identity. Naturally, it was impossible to leave children who belonged to the small plane.

If I want to have a child, I am afraid that I can only be with Feng Qing…

Hey, stop.

Yu Chu shook his head, and finally went to the hospital for an examination under the worries of the dean. As expected, she was not able to give birth to a child.

The dean began to worry.

She looked at all aspects of Mu Ye. The child really had nothing to say, but the old man always felt that the descendants were very important, and he was worried that the other party would mind this.

Yu Chu showed the hospital certificate to the boy.

Mu Ye stared silently for a while, then put down the proof and glanced at her up and down.

Light-colored eyes were cold, he glanced at the list in his hand, and then looked at the girl who lowered his head. He couldn’t hear the emotion in his voice, and asked flatly, “Are you worried that I would mind?”

Yu Chu was taken aback.

She’s not worried…

Feng Qing himself doesn’t look like he likes children, so does Soul Fragment of course.

If she hadn’t been obedient back then, this person might have thrown her out earlier, how could she have raised her so much.

So Yu Chu shook his head, expressing that he was not worried.

The killer’s thin and beautiful lips were slightly hooked, and he put down the list, “You really don’t have to worry.”

He leaned over and hugged the girl, resting his chin lightly on the girl’s shoulder, and thought for a while before slowly and calmly saying, “Actually that’s fine.”

Yu Chu was hugged by him, the fragrance of the man lingered, and a clear and low voice came from behind:

“I won’t need a condom in the future, I like it.”

“…”

Holy crap… this guy.

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The plane ends. After returning to the main god space.

Yu Chu looked up and looked around, but still didn’t see anyone.

She gritted her teeth depressed.

The awakened system called out the information on the next plane and asked, “Does the host want to send it immediately?”

Yu Chu raised his eyebrows and asked, “Sir, why haven’t you come back? There are already eight fragments.”

The system was silent for a while, and then poked it knowingly:

“Does the host want the lord to come back?”

“…”

Holy crap, this knife stabs well.

The cowardly girl shrank her shoulders, and finally looked up at the empty space and bit her lip.

“Send it.”

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