cute husband is happy

Dashan, Ermao, Baihuo, Liang, and Black Snake were five-headed winged tigers who were originally left behind to watch the house, but Ning Miao forced them to requisition without the slightest psychological burden.

Dashan has less load, but has requirements for speed. After all, the clay has only half an hour or less to shape.

The first batch of prefabricated panels was towed back to the urban construction site and first used to lay canals and drainage systems in the city.

In Ning Miao's eyes, they were all sturdy migrant workers over two meters tall. Moreover, the migrant workers were full of energy and never complained of hardship or tiredness. They only hated that Master Zuwu didn't send enough work.

The male lays the prefabricated boards, and the female immediately seals the connection with the god mud brought back from the mountains. The male and female match, and the work is not tiring.

Ning Miao was so busy that her feet didn't touch the ground. The route, location, size, and height had to be handled one by one. Her legs were sore and she couldn't keep up. Ning Miao was not polite, letting the beetle run around on her back.

The power of the people was too strong. When the hunting team returned, the pipeline in the city had been laid and the canal was half completed.

Bai Bing led more than [-] people from the hunting team to unload the mined stone and wood one by one. Ning Miao was anxious to show his merits, and repeatedly urged his guard captain and mount, "Beetle, hurry up, hurry up, go to Master Bing. "

The beetle bites the bullet and carries the person to Mr. Bing, always feeling that Mr. Bing is colder and more terrifying than usual.

Ning Miao jumped off the beetle's back, grabbed Bai Bing's hand and dragged it to the construction site, "Brother Bing, we discovered the great use of the magic mud today, it's a miracle, let's go, I'll show you there!"

Bai Bing's hands pulled and moved, and he directly put the person on his shoulders and sat down.

By the side of the river, Bai Bing put Ning Miao down, touched and dried the off-white prefabricated board with his hands, it was hard and dense, it was really amazing, "Ning, this, the god mud, is very good."

Ning Miao was stunned, "Hey, it's amazing. When Chiyue City is built, I will build a large farm in the grassland outside the north gate, farm soil, raise cattle and sheep. We are self-sufficient, so we don't have to worry about it every day." Those who went hunting were injured."

Bai Bing jumped onto the embankment.The tall man approached and hugged the little clan witch into his arms, "Ning, on that day, you will give us a baby, okay?"

Ning Miao choked, feeling like overturning a five-flavored bottle, and said sullenly, "Bingge, I can't have a baby."

The long and soft tail circled her thighs and wrapped around her waist. Ning Miao's feet were lifted off the ground and rolled up to the same height as the handsome man in front of her. In the depths of her blue eyes, Ning Miao saw a trace of cautiousness. Prayer and uneasiness, distressed for no reason, Ning Miao looked away, "I'm sorry."

"Ning, do you want to?"

A faint question sounded, and the slightly cool lips suddenly turned over. Ning Miao couldn't dodge in time, and tasted the sweet taste of ice cream in her frightened half-open mouth.

The male's thick palm caressed the little female's cheek, Bai Bing's eyes were dark, the blue pupils shrunk slightly, and he slowly uttered the name he was thinking of, "Ning."

Bai Bing's sudden and incomparably serious and natural kiss made the minds of our wise and capable little clan witches go blank.

"Don't be afraid, stick out your tongue." The cool and light jade voice turned to a low voice, which was extremely charming and gorgeous, and also had an irresistible command tone. Strangely, Ning Miao didn't find it annoying at all.

Obediently sticking out his tongue, he entangled with the man who invaded his mouth. The tip of the man's tongue swept across the gums, and the bottom of the tongue pressed against the palate. Every time he sucked, Ning Miao felt that his soul was about to leave his body.

The electric current spread from the pituitary gland to the whole body, sizzling and sparking, the toes stretched and then softened, waves of numbness appeared at the tailbone, and the heartbeat was so fast that it didn't seem to be my own.

The lips and tongue were separated, the corners of the little female's eyes were moistened, her cheeks were flushed, Bai Bing's fingers stroked the little female's brightly colored and slightly swollen lips due to the intense kiss, "Ning, do you want to?"

Forced to ask questions when her desires were not met, Ning Miao blinked, and two tears rolled down, feeling extremely wronged, "I am willing, but, as I told Ah Yi, I don't have that function, and I can't give birth."

"Inheritance memory says that there is a treasure in Shangcheng Shengjing." The corner of Bai Bing's mouth curled up gently, "Conceive fruit."

The iceberg man was smiling in prosperity, his brain froze, and Ning Miao was taken aback for a while, "Conceived fruit, what is it?"

"Things that can help you give birth."

Ning Miao was embarrassed.

Bai Bing hugged Ning Miao horizontally and walked back to the tent.

Only then did Ning Miao realize that there were a lot of onlookers, and she lay down in a big trough, and the character set was completely destroyed. Ning Miao buried her head in Bai Bing's chest, refusing to look out again.

The melon-eating crowd ate a mouthful of dog food and dispersed.

After a simple dinner, Ning Miao boiled water and took a shower, laying down on the animal skin bed to cultivate sleep.

Sleeping alone is a bit unaccustomed, not to mention being excited, Ning Miao decided to count sheep:

Pleasant Goat, Beautiful Goat, Lazy Goat, Boiling Goat, Slow Goat, Red Wolf, Big Gray Wolf, Green Wolf, Yellow Wolf...the wolves are all in love with sheep, ahhh, can't sleep!

Lord Wu of the Yiyan Tribe went crazy, despaired, and collapsed three times in a row.

When Bai Bing came in covered in moisture, he happened to see the little female laying on the bed in an extremely weird posture, and asked puzzledly, "Ning?"

"Bingge, why are you here?" Putting away the "ancient" ceremony of begging Duke Zhou to come, Ning Miao sat upright, "Is there something wrong?"

"Yeah." Sitting on the head of the bed, Bai Bing wiped his hair carelessly with the clean animal skin.

As the saying goes: throw peaches and hug plums, you gave me a massage yesterday, and today I will wipe your hair for you.

Ning Miao crawled over to take over, touched the wet hair with her fingertips, flinched, "The water is so cold."

The waist-length hair had been cut off by Bai Bing long ago due to being in the way. In the hazy moonlight, the short blond hair just reaching the neck made people unable to take their eyes off it.

And the straight and smooth feel that can be used for X Flying Silk advertisements made a hair lover even more greedy. He took the opportunity to stroke his hair back and forth, and changed several pieces of animal skins until his hair was half dry. Clap your hands, satisfied with a book, "Tell me, what's the matter."

Bai Bing hugged Ning Miao on his lap and sat down, and said in a calm voice, "Ning, inherit the memory, new content."

"New content? Didn't it mean that the memory is missing? Could it be that it also has its own repair function?" Ning Miao was very jealous. The God of Time Traveling was biased and turned to someone else. Fortunately, Brother Bing was one of his own, so the bias was not too far away. .

"Battle technique, flying blade." Bai Bing waved his big hand, and the half-beast transformed into tiger claws, and the pitch-black claw hook protruded from the flesh pad. "Gather the spiritual power, and release it like this."

Above the tiger hook, a crescent-shaped white blade of light emerged out of thin air, shining silver, but condensed and silent.

"It's amazing." Ning Miao's hand was itchy and wanted to touch it.

"Don't touch." Bai Bing quickly withdrew the tiger's claws, "Cut your hands."

"You mean, it's sharp enough to cut through solid rock?"

"can."

The ancients do not deceive me, good fortune and misfortune depend on each other, whether it is good or bad, bad luck is over, and good things will come naturally.

I really want to come here, my golden finger, Ning Miao's eyes are full of little stars:

"Ah, hello mason!"