The Magnificent God of War

"I can trade things with you!"

The old naughty boy didn't say anything hard.

"Of course, I don't have anything in my hand right now, but as long as there is, I can give it as long as you want!"

He said seriously.

This pendant is something that can really protect Jiang Yao, and he regrets that he just said he wants to return it.

Yumeng glanced at the old naughty boy and couldn't help laughing.

She didn't know the old naughty boy, but she didn't expect that the person who said one thing and wanted to save face would be willing to bow his head for the sake of a child at this moment.

This is not the old urchin in her mind.

She squatted down and looked at Jiang Yao: "Children, this pendant is yours, it's yours, no one can take it away, you know?"

"Sister Shenxian, is this yours?"

Jiang Yao shook his head, "My mother said, other people's things can't be requested, and my master taught it to me."

She said that she would take it down and return it to Yumeng.

"This kid,"

Yumeng hurriedly stopped her, "No need to pay it back, I will give it to you."

She was a little funny, but she didn't expect that she was too old, and some people called her sister, her actual age, as Jiang Yao's grandmother, would be even older.

Jiang Yao turned to look at the old naughty boy.

"Keep it away."

The old naughty boy is not polite. He wants face, but it is related to Jiang Yao's safety. He would rather not face, "Don't be polite to her."

Seeing that the old naughty boy also agreed, Jiang Yao nodded, put the pendant into the neckline, and said sweetly, "Thank you, Sister God."

"Are you and my master good friends?"

She curiously asked.

Although the child is young, he can see clearly that the old naughty boy and Yumeng know each other.

"Yes,"

Yumeng stretched out her hand, gently grasped Jiang Yao's little hand, and looked at this playful and lovely child, her eyes were gentle, "I have known your Master for many years and many years, and of course we are friends."

The old naughty boy did not speak.

Yumeng hadn't seen anything outside, as if she had returned to her own home, especially when she saw Jiang Yao, a cute child, and chatted with her very happily.

She slept for too many years, lost too many years, and now she wakes up and sees her old friends, it feels very special.

"Yaoyao,"

The old naughty boy saw Brother Gou and the others coming from a distance, waved his hand to indicate that there is no problem here, "You go to Agou and the others to play, Master wants to talk to her."

"Oh."

Jiang Yao nodded obediently.

Seeing her running to Brother Dog and them quickly, the old naughty boy turned his attention to Yumeng.

"Aren't you dead."

He has a bad tone.

In his opinion, people who are dead deserve to die. What is the matter if they reappear now?

"Do you want me to die that way?"

Yumeng has always been so gentle when she speaks, and she never seems to be angry or have any unhappy expressions.

"You are blaming me for not protecting the army."

The old naughty boy didn't speak, but just snorted.

The **** of the greedy wolf back then was designed to allow the three to meet. He thought it was something important, but it turned out to be a trap, sow discord, and let the three fight against each other. In the end, the strongest broken army was attacked by the wolf. die!

And he was also badly injured by the greedy wolf and lost his memory. If he hadn't escaped quickly, he would have died long ago.

And the source of provoking them is Yumeng!

"That matter, I really don't know."

Yumeng sighed, "Pojun is the one I love, how could I harm him?"

The old naughty boy glanced at her and took a deep breath. He seemed to feel a little bit sorrowful and disappointed in his heart when he heard this sentence from Yumeng's mouth.

Such a peerless beauty, it is impossible to say that he was not tempted when he was young.

But different from the broken army and greedy wolves, the old naughty boy prefers to play, like to travel around the mountains and water, and prefer the kind of like-minded relationship, love and love, too troublesome.

"If it weren't for you, breaking the army would not die."