His father had a bad life. When he was driving outside, he saw his son lift the curtain and look over. He glanced back and said, "what do you want to see? When you have a son, I have a grandson. You go outside to drive. I'll take my grandson in the car and enjoy the happiness with your mother. "

The arbor drew the corner of its mouth and couldn't help laughing.

Unexpectedly, Mo Baobao's face regretted, "I think I'm going to live a single life like my adoptive father."

The ink lotus a Leng, cannot help but ask, "why?"

"There is no one like my mother in the world! Where can I have a daughter-in-law! " Mo Baobao falls down the curtain angrily, leaving his father outside.

The ink lotus mouth angle straight draws, inexplicably felt that oneself asked a wonderful flower question.

But the son's answer was very smooth.

There's really no second Joe in the world.

So how lucky he was to meet her at the first time, to hold her tightly at the first time, and never let go again.

Three members of the family strolled around the eastern region and took a look all the way.

According to the instructions of the Lord, signs have been erected, and simple bamboo fences have been built around the eastern region.

On a wasteland, it seems that one or two green shoots have been born. They are fresh and green. I'm glad to see them.

The children of the cultivator's family, who had nothing to do and didn't practice, are now busy in the field.

Compared with the barren holy land at that time, it has a little more human smell.

Now a group of practitioners in the Holy Land boast of the Lord's wisdom and martial arts.

The physical values of the cultivators have been trained, and they are ȧssigned to cultivate the land. When the land is planted, no one will want to escape from the prison in order to send their children out of the prison.

"Talk to heaven later."

"If the holy land is not suitable for the development of young children, why not send them to three states in batches for training?"

Small face paralysis is holding son to murmur to oneself.

Rather than detain the children of the transcendental realm practitioners here, it's better to let them go down to the world to experience it..

Although it may take decades to enjoy the warmth and coldness of human relations, parents and children should also be temporarily separated.

But I don't know how to be strong without experience. I'm always in the sky of holy land. It's only suitable for the elderly

"Mother, then we can't go back."

"Why?" The little face collapsed and curled his mouth. "Heaven forbids us to go home. We'll talk to Shifu and martial uncle."

"Yes, have a good chat!" Mo Baobao's eyes suddenly brightened, "Tiandao grandpa is too stubborn! He doesn't know why the flowers are so red without talking. "

Small face paralysis laughs.

Mo Lian is driving the car outside. When she hears the laughter from her wife and children in the car, she cannot help being itchy.

He simply jumped in and hugged his wife and son. "It's almost noon. Go home for dinner."

"Who drives outside." Asked the tree, amusingly.

"Oh, my beautiful and tender little master, is Dabao at your service!"

The tree chuckles and reaches for the ink lotus. "You will ȧssign someone."

The carriage goes towards the bamboo tower. From afar, you can see the direction of the small building, and the smoke curls up.

Duan Yue pushes open the bamboo door of the courtyard and comes out, beckoning at them.

Mo Baobao jumped out of the car and ran towards him with cheers.

Ink lotus and arbor hand in hand, walk towards the bamboo tower with light steps, look at each other and smile.

Like the sun, everything is just right.

[end of holy domain chapter 2020.6.8]

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