Chapter 1670

Chapter 1670

When Ryukyu saw the high outline of the corner of his mouth, he gave xuanyuanche a wink.
Very proud.
If there are drawings in hand and they cannot be changed, then she is not Murong Ryukyu.
She didn't have the golden needle that was sprinkled with rain all over the sky, so she withdrew a piece of wood.
Control the place with the central government.
In complacency, Ryukyu squints across the young man who looks at this scene and is directly shocked to the spot. He doesn't know how to move.
There is a cold in his eyes: "if you want to kill me, hum, you'd better give it to me..."
"Wow..." Ryukyu is not a threat rather than a threat.
The boy who was shocked at the spot suddenly cried out with a flat mouth.
Turn your head and go straight to Ouyang Yufei's arms.
With one finger on Ryukyu and one hand on Ouyang Yufei's clothes,
cried loudly: "she robbed my wooden man, she robbed my wooden man, whine
She's a bad person. That's my Woodman. That's my Woodman.
Brother Ouyang, she bullied me, you beat her, Wuwu... "
Shock, speechless shock.
Ryukyu, xuanyuanche and Yunzhao in the storeroom have seen many strange people.
But I've never seen that before.
After a moment to jump over, a snivel a tear toward the person to be killed cry, complain, ask for help.
This is what children do.
The owner of the wooden man looks at least 15 years old. He really plays with them as monkeys.
However, as Ryukyu and other three expected, Ouyang Yufei would scoff.
Seeing Ouyang Yufei, he smiled helplessly and put his hand around the half of the boy. In a soft voice, he said: "don't cry, don't cry, be good, man, don't cry."
"She robbed my wooden man. The wooden man is mine. They didn't listen to me. She robbed my toys. She was a bad person..."
Being hugged by Ouyang Yufei, not only didn't stop, but the young man cried even more.
It doesn't look like a fake at all.
Hearing this strange dialogue, Ryukyu once again saw Ouyang Yufei holding the young man in his arms.
That childish sense of disobedience, more and more clear up.