The man's big hands are very warm at first glance.
With a thin cocoon in his palm, he was generous and dry, and was calmly placed in front of her. She only needs to raise her hand to reach it.
I couldn’t help but produce an impulse—
She licked her lips, her little hand was about to move, and she was about to raise her hand, but Huo Yanzhi was already impatient to wait.
So Su Kui watched him withdraw his big hand, and immediately lowered his eyes in disappointment, pursing his small mouth to get up by himself.
She was just ill, and she was tossing about midnight last night, and now she is as thin as a producer, and it’s not a big deal if someone else gets hit. She was hit, but did not get up for a long time.
Xiaohe realized that the five girls in her family had almost lost their lives before yesterday.
Kneeling on the ground for so long today, my body really couldn't hold it anymore.
"Five girl, slave and maid will help you..."
"It's comfortable to sit on the ground? Get up."
Huo Yanzhi shook his head, squeezed her arm with one hand, and half supported her back with the other big palm, pulling the person up easily.
Xiaohe quietly shut his mouth and pretended to be dead.
Su Kui's cheeks flushed, she lowered her head, her voice was as soft as a mosquito, "Thanks... Thank you Wushu..."
Uncle Wu...
Huo Yanzhi stiffened, he quickly retracted his hand, rubbing his fingers silently.
I don't know why, why does he feel that this title sounds so unpleasant
Also... Why is this girl so thin? With a thin wrist, he didn't dare to use force, for fear of accidentally crushing her wrist.
"It's cold outside, go back."
Su Kui nodded, didn't dare to look up at him, "Good Uncle Wu, A Yan has resigned."
She hurriedly blessed her body, took Xiaohe, and quickly left without looking back.
It was as if there was a scourge behind her chasing her.
Huo Yanzhi held his hands behind him, looked at her hurriedly away, frowned, and asked Zhu Yan, "I look terrible??"
Zhu Yan: "Huh?" He looked up blankly.
The man stands with his hands up and straight like a bamboo. The features are clear and clear, and the eyes are deep and long. Jingcheng doesn't know how many girls are obsessed with his master's appearance.
However, Huo Yanzhi asked him, is he scary
Zhu Yan thought about it carefully, swallowed, and nodded, "It's pretty scary."
Xiao Mo: "..."
In the next second, I felt that the surrounding area suddenly cooled down, and the cold Zhu Yan couldn't help but shudder.
The navy blue cloak was rolled up in the wind and passed him quickly.
"How was your calligraphy practice before you were told? I will copy the copybook ten times today and give it to me at night."
As soon as Zhu Yan recovered, he heard the news that was tantamount to five thunders.
He stood there in shock, with a dazed expression, "Fifth Master! Five Masters don't want it!!"
He would rather be thrown into the barracks by Wu Ye to train for a few months than practice calligraphy with a brush! Letting him practice calligraphy is more terrible than killing him!
Xiao Mo looked at his crying but tearless expression, and shook his head gloatingly.
although…
Xiao Mo didn't understand why his fifth master suddenly became angry. However, as long as this anger does not affect him!
Hee hee, happy!
Seeing Xiao Mo swaggering past him, Zhu Yan felt even more uncomfortable.
Ten times! !
Didn't this kill him? !
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Xiao He was still in shock and couldn't get back to his senses. He saw his five girls, who were already okay, wandered into the yard.