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"In case of cursing with others, you will always encounter those who are still stunned after being slaughtered. Is it possible for you to chop and stay where you are alone to get angry?".

Fang Miao rolled his eyes.

You are the only one who can move my mind and stability.

If someone else speaks in front of me as frivolous and ridiculed like you, he would have been divided by five horses, eight swords and sixteen paragraphs.

"Let me think about it! Girls who don't usually speak swear words, the most curse is that you are necrotic, right?".

Fang Ying's first lightened.

I don't know what the bastard wants to say.

Just get along with him during this time.

Only then did Fang Yanmin understand why so many women would sink for Fang Chen's sake.

Obviously, the self is clear-minded, seeking out immortals and asking questions.

I actually felt that chatting with this little thief was full of laughter and laughter, and the cold temperament of the first half of his life had long been buried in his heart.

"As long as you put it, you are necrotic, and the bad part of it is replaced by any relative of the other party, and scolding will definitely have an advantage in the future!"

Fang Chen slowly approached with a big face with a smirk.

Fang Miao was in a daze.

Still recalling his last sentence just now, replacing the necrotic bad with any relative of the other party...

your mother died?

Pooh.

His cheeks flushed instantly and he just looked up.

The little mouth suddenly touched Fang Chen's lips.

Only then realized that the bad guy actually took the opportunity to steal a bite of himself.

Fang Yanqian blushed, and subconsciously pushed Fang Chen away;

"Don't mess up, talk nonsense, and don't know who taught you. If you meet your elders, don't you want people to criticize your family education."

Fang Mian's words recovered a bit as soft as last night.

But there was still a bit of melancholy on the face.

Fang Chen helped her tie her long hair together.

Fang Mingmian walked into the cave without saying a word, holding Qing Xiao Jian.

Fang Chen smiled bitterly and touched the tip of his nose. This...

It's really difficult to implement this dream of sleeping together.

Whether it is Lin Yiqin, Fang Yingmin, Fang Jiuran, or Qu Cuicui, they are rare talents among women.

I not only want to enjoy the blessings of Qi people.

Don't want a fire in the backyard yet.

Where is such a good thing in the world?

Fang Chen sighed, the dream of being asleep still has a long way to go!

Glancing at the edge of the cave not far away.

It seemed that there was some light rain last night, but of course someone in Yushui Huan didn't notice it.

Only then did I notice that there are faint water stains around the cave.

Fang Chen tutted his mouth, lit a cigarette, and thought for a while.

Turning around, he ran towards the jungle.

Fang's misty white dress appeared on the edge of the cave;

"I'm born and unborn, and I'm old. In fact, this is also good. I gave myself to you in the best years. You won't have any more thoughts in the future, right?".

Halfway through the conversation, Fang Yingming chuckled lightly, and a few disintegrations appeared on Qiao's face.

The next moment, there was another quick cough for no reason.

A few wisps of blood spurted and fell on the ground.

She touched the beating heart in her chest, and her face became paler.

"This energy, I'm afraid it is the method of the bloody evil...".

It wasn't that she hadn't planned to resolve the injuries she suffered when she was intercepted by the mysterious person in her body, but it was a pity that everything was in vain.

This energy is full of violent destruction.

Moreover, the realm is far beyond Fang Ying's, I don't know how many levels.

At the very least, the person who appeared to intercept Fang Ying'an at the time was a master of the spiritual realm.

On the other hand, Fang Mengmeng.

The majestic power of inheritance in the body has not been completely absorbed and refined until now, and the realm is still in the late stage of the fairyland.

And this bloody innocence filled with this destructive power.

Her pubic pubic area and her limbs are eroded all the time.

The wound on the back has no tendency to heal at all.

I don't know what I will be like tomorrow.

"Named it Chen, it's ethereal and settled...".

"I'm afraid I can't settle for the ethereal, right?".

Fang Ying muttered to himself, and immediately coughed again after covering his mouth with his small hand.

...

Fang Chen didn't know where he got a pile of bamboo boards, and began to hold a tree trunk as thick as an arm as a hammer, and beat it.

咚咚咚——

A loud noise was endless.

Fang Miao frowned in the cave.

This movement, besides Fang Chen and her, who else is there?

Fang Chen, what is this little bastard doing?

Fang Mian's face was full of confusion, but he didn't leave immediately.

Since waking up this morning, Fang Miao's mood has always been depressed.

There is an unconcealable mood in my heart.

It complicates her mood, and even loses her appetite for eating.

After finally being able to have a chance to be with Fang Chen, she boldly confided her heart for the first time in her life.

However, this thief is like good luck.

Fang's miraculous heart is like a mirror.

I am afraid that there is not much time for him to be with Fang Chen.

At that time, would he really want to leave this little bastard alone to endure a hundred years of loneliness in this Qian Jue Abyss?

With such a complicated mood, the blood on Fang Ying's pretty face slowly faded, and the whole day was depressed.

The whole person seemed a little listless.

...

It's about ten o'clock noon.

Fang Yanmin suddenly smelled a strong fragrance, which came in from outside the cave.

Her beautiful eyes were stagnant, and the fresh fragrance mixed with the smell of fruits and vegetables made people move their index fingers.

Fang Chen has walked in with a hippie smile;

"Miaomiao, come out for dinner?".

Hearing Fang Chen's name, Fang Ying's cheeks suddenly blushed.

This little bastard adapts extremely quickly to the roles of the two parties, and this meeting has already begun to vaguely call out.

Fang Mingyi pursed his red lips;

"What did you do? Why does it smell so good?".

Fang Chen scratched the back of his head and gave a smirk;

"You come out first, and I also prepared a gift for you."

Fang Mianmiao heard the words.

Reminiscent of Fang Chen's beating and beating since the morning.

The slender eyelashes blinked, and the white skirt moved slowly and walked out.

As soon as he walked out of the cave, a turquoise bamboo house appeared in Fang's line of sight.

She was immediately confused.

Fang Chen set up a big pot from the side, and firewood was continuously being added underneath.

As the flames rose, the fish soup in the big pot boiled.

The big bubbles did not break open, making a grunting sound.

The scent that I smelled in the cave just now came from this big pot.

Fang Chen pointed to the bamboo house beside him with a triumphant expression on his face;

"How about? Do you like it?".

The bamboo has a fresh breath.

Fang Ying's lotus step moved lightly, and the jade hand gently stroked the wall of the bamboo house. Of course, she, who was already pure-hearted, preferred to integrate into this natural scene.

But how did Fang Chen do it?

The misty eyes above were full of doubts.

Fang Chen's face was even more triumphant;

"It took me a morning to make this. Don't worry, it's very strong. I also tied it up with rattan on the earthquake-resistant part of the bamboo house."

As Fang Chen spoke, he held Fang Misty's little hand.

First, he dragged the woman around the bamboo house for a week.

Immediately, he led Fang Yingmiao and pushed open the small door of the bamboo house.

I have to say that although the workmanship of this bamboo house is simple, Fang Chen's idea is really good, and it can be described as everything.

There are even windows in the bamboo house.

Looking at the smooth cut that was polished carefully, even a burr could not be seen, Fang Yanmiao could guess with his toes, this must be because Fang Chen polished it with infuriating energy.

"You have been busy building this little bamboo house all morning?".

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