The little guy almost spit out.


    The ducks and ducks on the head feel cold all over.


    Watching Xiang Xing impolitely grab a roast lobster and chew it with interest, ducks and ducks are instinctively afraid and happy.


    At least, it seems that if she lives here, it should probably not become her reserve rations


    Different from Yaya, Ao yuan seems to be particularly interested in Xiang Xing''s eating.


    The man supported his elbows all the way and slightly supported the fine line of his jaw.


    The head is slightly slanted, the light rose lip flap has a light radian, and the blue eye light has never left the bulging cheek.


    There are ripples in my heart.


    I really want to stretch out my fingers and poke the soft cheek.


    This wing is harmonious and harmonious for young people to eat and have a look.


    On the other side, Ao Qing sighed heavily after listening to the old turtle prime minister''s return.


    "Alas!... those who go on hunger strike all day will consume themselves sooner or later!"


    Hearing the speech, Ao yuan paused slightly and took back his thoughts.


    It seemed that he suddenly remembered something and looked at his father with a little worry: "father, elder sister, hasn''t she eaten yet?"


    "Isn''t it!"


    The old Dragon King patted the Dragon chair depressed, pinched his forehead and heart hard, and muttered, "she is really, too. She knows that she is holding her stomach! It''s not hungry, but she has to hold it!"


    "This..."


    Ao yuan seemed to have no way. He frowned and sighed.


    Seeing his distressed face, Xiang Xing, who had been distracted and eavesdropping, couldn''t help but silently put down the lobster shell in his hand.


    She thought about it, put her little hand into the clean water bubble that was specially used to wash her hands and felt like jelly, and carefully turned it a few times to wash off the oil stains on her hands.


    After that, he raised his soft fingertips directly, reached out to the man, frowned into a "Chuan" shaped eyebrow, and rubbed it gently.


    "Brother Bruce Lee,"


    The little guy blinked his soft eyes and tried. His voice asked softly, "is there anything I can help?"


    “……”


    Ao yuan looked at her.


    Fei''s lips opened slightly and she was about to say something.


    Unexpectedly, the old dragon king over there seemed to have caught the straw and lit his eyes excitedly.


    "Miss Xiang, are you willing and willing to help Lao long persuade my miserable daughter?! she doesn''t eat or drink. It''s almost half a year!"


    "... ah?"


    Xiang Xing tilted his head in doubt.


    How can anyone stand the temptation of food.


    What a heavy heart should this be?


    ……


    Behind the Crystal Palace.


    Under the huge coral plant, there is a soft clam bed made of giant clam shells.


    On the clam bed, a young woman, dressed in a plain gauze skirt, with a delicate and beautiful face and somewhat similar to Ao yuan, was leaning on her head.


    He looked at the top of the giant coral in a daze.


    In a trance, she seemed to feel that a strange little figure, which should not even be a creature of the sea, was carefully swimming towards her.


    The woman narrowed her beautiful eyes and was about to raise her hand to drive her away.


    But he suddenly noticed that the little guy was wrapped in his favorite soft scale cloak.


    She paused, and there was a little more curiosity in her eyes.


    Immediately turned his eyes and looked at the little figure..


    With a flash of red light in front of her, the beautiful little fish changed into a very petite and lovely girl and landed by her clam bed.