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957. Chapter 957 Searching the storage ring

Yue Xiaoxuan raised her little head and pulled the hem of Yue Qing's clothes, her face full of expectation.

But there was a cunningness in his eyes that only Yue Qingqing could understand.

After Feng Qinghe said the surname "Yue", Yue Xiaoxuan could sense that the people around him were obviously heartbeating faster and agitated, and their indifferent expressions became like wolves and tigers.

Xuan Bao hummed a few times in his heart: We still want to settle down in Donghuang Continent, marry a wife and have children, how can we be fettered by a mere surname?

He clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and made a secret decision in his heart: For the sake of Xuan Bao's future, he must do whatever it takes to dispel the doubts of those bad guys.

"Ri?" There were several black lines falling on Yue Qingqing's forehead, Ri Qingqing? Ri Xiaoxuan? This is really a good surname.

Xuan Bao, what exactly is in your head?

But Xuan Bao's words are really useful.

Those wolf-like eyes gradually calmed down, and there was a sound of relief all around.

It turns out it's not that month, it's just an ordinary last name that's no longer ordinary.

However, are there any other people with the surname Yue in Donghuang Continent?

Could it be a side branch of a side branch?

"Uncle Qinghe!" Yue Xiaoxuan looked around the crowd and finally found a familiar face.

He jumped forward without hesitation and began to roll over in Feng Qinghe's arms, acting cute.

Feng Qinghe hugged him subconsciously, and after noticing his movements, his whole body stiffened.

"Uncle Feng, it's very heavy to carry all these things, isn't it? Xiaoxuan will help you lighten the burden, you're welcome."

Yue Xiaoxuan arched his chest and spread her palms obediently. There was a storage ring lying on the palm of her plump palm.

Feng Qinghe had an inner urge. Not to mention one storage ring, even ten or hundreds of them were not heavy.

"Uncle Qinghe, you are so poor, you don't have any gold." Yue Xiaoxuan's muttered voice sounded, and he stabbed Feng Qinghe fiercely in the chest.

Although the Feng family has declined, it is still one of the top ten ancient clans.

Moreover, the gold in our Donghuang Continent is just a decoration, and the crystal stones are used to measure whether a person is poor or rich, okay?

Yue Xiaoxuan stuffed the storage ring back into Feng Qinghe's arms with great disgust. His stubby calves curled up slightly, and he kicked out of Feng Qinghe's arms.

"Xuanbao, don't you want to help me lighten my burden?" Feng Qinghe asked with twitching corners of his mouth.

"Uncle Qinghe, you are so old, don't you even know what paid services are? This is not okay!" Yue Xiaoxuan raised his plump index finger and shook it: "I want Xiaoxuan to help

Of course you have to pay for things you do. My mother said this is called stimulating children's enthusiasm. But you are so poor..."

Yue Xiaoxuan patted her butt, her big eyes rolled around, and then her eyes lit up.

"Grandpa!"

Amid everyone's exclamations, he jumped into the arms of the mysterious old man from the Liuli family.

"Huh?" The old man of the Liuli family opened his eyes and looked at the little man in his arms.

"Grandpa, you are so energetic! My mother said, this is called a vigorous dragon, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a tiger, a golden gun, and a golden gun that cannot fall down... Well, what else is there?" Yue Xiaoxuan scratched his head, then grinned,

He said softly: "Anyway, grandpa is in good spirits."

A large number of people around fainted, and everyone's eyes fell on Yue Qingqing.
Chapter completed!
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