The Savior is just a 3-Year-Old

  Chapter 962 Despair of the Cthulhu

   Cthulhu regretted it.

  I really regret it.

  Why did you choose to bring your kids out today...

  Ah, why did you choose to seize your body today?

  The idea of ​​contacting the old subordinates and returning to his position as soon as possible, all of them were lost.

   Soaked in her tears.

  Obviously, you only need to push her away, just push her away, and there will be nothing left.

  But he raised his hands, and he took her in his arms in a daze.

  The evil spirit was clenched with anger.

   "I want to eat the sam chicken soup you made." Lulu lay in his arms, sobbing. The voice sounded pitiful and squeamish.

  Cthulhu: Today he is ready to contact his old subordinates!

  As long as he leaves the culprit behind...

   "Brother Jiang Jiang, I want to eat the ginseng soup you made." Lulu looked at him with tears in his eyes.

  Cthulhu...

  I can't tell what's wrong, and my mind is blank.

  "My feet hurt, I can't walk. I've been squatting for too long." Lulu was full of grievances.

  All grievances were resolved in his arrival.

  Cthulhu...

   Silently squatted down and picked up Lulu horizontally. In my heart, I kept spitting on myself, and constantly yelling at myself for nothing.

  He always felt that he was affected by the eighth incarnation of Lu Huaijiang.

  The young emperor picked up the thin girl in his arms and walked all the way to the imperial dining room.

  Danny Lu bowed slightly behind him, and saw the two of them get on the sedan chair.

  Not long after, Jiao Hu stopped outside the door of the Imperial Dining Room.

   His Majesty’s face was terrifying, and all the palace members were driven outside.

  Lulu sat on a small stool and saw the man in a dragon robe clutching a chicken with two feathers stuck on his head. Suddenly smiled.

   Seeing his neat hands and feet slaughtering chicken, plucking hair and stewing soup, he also steamed two small snacks for her to cushion her belly.

Cthulhu took a deep breath, this was the last time.

  There is no future!

  Yes, he can't behave in a hurry, he is patience and humiliation.

  Cthulhu brought her a bowl of steaming chicken soup with thick white smoke on the chicken soup.

  Cthulhu stretched out his hand, moving faster than his head, took the spoon, and gently blown her to her lips.

  Spit on such self.

  Have a pause, wanting to take it back.

  I don’t know the **** the other side whose tears have not yet dried, suddenly smiled brightly at him.

  Cthulhu should be even a meal.

   "That's the flavor. Ginger, ginger, is the flavor. I seem to have had this flavor before. Lulu loves it..." The little girl took a spoonful of spoonfuls after another, and she didn't stop.

   Seeing her eyebrows curled while drinking, the Cthulhu curled his lips, hum, you have a vision.

  Lulu never mentions what she saw in her private library and her doubts about her own memory.

  I just felt that by Jiang Jiang's side, an uneasy heart was finally quiet a bit.

   "Jiang Jiang, I want to live in the palace tonight..." As soon as he said this, the evil **** raised his heart.

  After talking, Lulu shook his head again.

"Lulu has grown up. It's no longer the age to be reckless. Everyone in the capital saw Lulu entering the palace today. If you don't go out, I'm afraid the backbone will be pierced." Lulu's face was full of flowers, and the evil **** stretched out his hand , He took out a handkerchief and wiped her clean.

  The girl's soft skin made him lose consciousness for an instant.

   "I secretly come to Jiang's house to accompany you." As soon as he spoke, the evil **** was startled.

  The mouth is faster than the brain.

  Lulu immediately curled his eyebrows and eyes: "Then I will wait for you."

  After drinking the chicken soup, the little girl went out of the palace happily.

  As soon as she went out.

   There was a snap.

Cthulhu raised his hand and slapped himself.

   "Make your mouth quick! As long as your mouth is quick, you can stand it!"

   Slap on the hand again, serving your uncle’s soup.

  (End of this chapter)