Lin Ke'er snorted: "Even the God of Plague doesn't dare to mess with you, so what are you afraid of?"
Feng Liyan felt that things were getting worse and worse: "Ke'er, we'd better go out and hide, otherwise I'm afraid our fish will suffer again."
Lin Keer was stunned: "You didn't mean that Xiao Yueyue was coming, did you? Well, it seems that he has never come back since he was resurrected and returned to the Demon Palace..."
Feng Liyan rubbed her hair: "Silly Ke'er, are you still looking forward to him coming? I wish he never came! As soon as he comes, you kiss your husband's wine, and you will suffer a big loss.
What a disaster!"[
Lin Keer rolled her eyes: "It's just a few broken fish, so why are you so scared? Well, I really hope he comes, he looks so cute when he turns into a little shota, I really want to kiss him twice...
…”
Before she could finish her words, Feng Liyan pulled her into his arms: "Xiao Ke'er, do you dare to cheat on me Hongxing?!"
Lin Ke'er blinked and drew circles on his chest: "Well, it's not a bad idea to go out once in a while..."
Feng Liyan suddenly laughed, his smile was harmless: "Ke'er, it seems that my husband is going to teach you a lesson, you are too idle! Since you like children so much, let's have one ourselves.
"
He lowered his head and accurately pecked his sweet wife's red lips...
The two of them kissed until they were breathless. Lin Keer's little face was as red as drunkenness, and her eyes were watering.
She stretched out her arms and hugged her husband's neck.
She whispered softly in his ear: "Husband, you don't want to practice dual cultivation in broad daylight, do you?"
Feng Liyan's blood was boiling and he was very emotional.
He hugged his beloved wife's limp body.
He smiled softly and said: "Why not? God rewards hard work. Well, if you want a baby, you have to be more diligent..."
He had just entered with his beloved wife in his arms when the silver bell above his head suddenly moved automatically without any wind.
A boy's respectful voice came from the silver bell: "Master, the devil is here to visit."
Feng Liyan was filled with desire, as if a basin of cold water had been poured on him, and he couldn't help but curse.