Chapter 749: 749
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"Grind it for me."
Qiao Yanran reached for the origami and opened his mouth without raising his head.
Mo Ling didn't know why, but he took the inkstone and the grinding strip, poured some water on Yantai, and rubbed the ink in circles.
Qiao Yanran has some ink on her pen. She looks up and looks at Mo Ling carefully. After she tries to figure it out carefully, she begins to write.
However, with a few strokes, Mo Ling's general features were on the paper.
"Like?"
Mo Ling heard her words, looked at the Yellow watch paper and nodded.
Qiao Yanran raised the Yellow watch paper with both hands, dried the ink on it, and made clothes with the remaining yellow watch paper.
But in the twinkling of an eye, a small paper man is ready.
Qiao Yanran stretched out her hand and took Mo Ling's hand. She felt a slender hairpin from her head and tied it directly on Mo Ling's index finger.
Mo Ling eats pain, subconsciously is about to take back the hand, but the other side clenches tightly, he this also didn't draw back.
"Don't move."
Qiao Yanran clutched his wrist, pinched his slender index finger, squeezed out a drop of blood and dropped it on the Yellow watch paper.
Lying flat on the table, everyone got up from the table and grinned at Mo Ling.
Mo Ling saw a strange scene, shocked, subconsciously back two steps, back to Qiao Yanran behind.
He regained his mind. He felt that his action was a bit humiliating. With a hot face, he stubbled his neck and stood back again.
This little thing's smile is too evil. It makes him cool and his scalp is fried.
Especially against his face.
Qiao Yanran stretched out her hand and pressed his shoulder, "the prison break I just said is not to let you rob, but to let this little paper man rob."
"This little paper man is very powerful?"
Mo Ling stretched his finger.
He had never heard of such a thing, and he knew it for the first time.
The little paper man was very fierce. Looking at Mo Ling pointing at him, he opened his mouth with a row of sharp teeth and jumped up to bite him.
When Mo Ling saw this scene, he quickly drew his hand back.
Qiao Yanran smiles and reaches over the top of the paper man's head to touch him. He says in a soft voice, "little mo, you're not allowed to bite him."
The little paper man raised his face and rubbed Qiao Yanran's soft finger belly. His little hand hugged her finger, cute and good.
See this small paper man this appearance, Qiao Yan Ran pour a little reluctant to sacrifice it.
The strength of this little paper man is only in the second stage. Although it looks fierce, it is actually a paper tiger. Its existence is to sacrifice itself and distract those people.
Give them a chance to save people.
At that time, there will be only seven days of life for people who are forbidden to use paper.
When Mo Ling saw this scene, he felt strange.
It's a little uncomfortable.
But he couldn't say why.
The wind was cool at night.
It's a suburb. It's desolate and there are few buildings. The prison is in front of it.
Qiao Yanran takes Mo Ling to the street. She finds a secret place and releases the little paper man. The little paper man, who was only one finger long, suddenly grows bigger.
Finally, he became as big as Mo Ling.
Qiao Yanran looked at the little paper man and said in a soft voice, "go ahead, everything will go according to the plan."
The little paper man nodded and strode toward the prison in the distance.
"Keep up."
Qiao Yan Ran looked at the Mo Ling behind him, stretched out her hand to pull his sleeve, pulled him around towards the back of the prison.
The prison is guarded by a kind of guard ring handle, and the guard is extremely strict.
With their current strength, it is extremely difficult for them to enter the prison silently, let alone rescue them.
Qiao Yanran and Mo Ling lie in the grass, holding their breath, waiting patiently for the opportunity.
There were many mosquitoes in the night, especially in the grass. They were buzzing around the two people like a layer of white fog.
Qiao Yanran frowned deeply, and her eyebrows were full of displeasure.
She wanted to open the shield.
It's very close to the prison, and they are all guards. As long as they use a little spiritual power, they will be found immediately.
But Qiao Yanran is a little better. Her whole body is tense, and the sharp mouthparts of mosquitoes can't penetrate into her skin at all. It's just that the noise is a little annoying.
And Mo Ling felt terrible.
He was full of wounds, big and small. With his own efforts, he recruited 99% of the mosquitoes.
In the twinkling of an eye, he was bitten with bags all over his body.
Mo Ling felt that if he didn't act again, he would soon be drained of blood by these mosquitoes.
"Cough -"
when Qiao Yanran heard that he was coughing, she was startled. She put her right arm around his shoulder, put her hand over his lips and pressed down."Who is it?"
The guard in the distance caught this slight sound, and a little suspicious color flashed on his face. He put one hand on the sabre on his waist and walked towards the direction where they were.
They held their breath and were afraid to move.
"Daddada -"
every sound is like stepping on the heart of two people.
Mo Ling's heart also mentioned his throat, and his whole body tightened up. He clutched the halberd with his right hand, ready to go.
The guard walked around, didn't find their figures, and then left.
Mo Ling was a little relieved.
So relaxed, Mo Ling found that her hand was still on her lips. He nodded slightly, his long eyelashes half closed, and looked down in the light of his eyes.
Her hands are beautiful, soft and smooth on her face.
Qiao Yanran's hands are covered with a thin layer of fat, white and plump, with a sense of dignity. Her fingers are long and thin, and her middle finger's broad green ring is more white.
The fingertips are close, delicate and soft.
That's right.
Although the original owner is white, because of the hard cultivation, the finger bones are very obvious, and the tendons on the back of the hand are exposed, but Qiao Yanran only wears them for a few days.
The hand is round.
The chin is not that sharp.
You are fat. 】
xiaoyuwan also noticed this and said, "Joe, if you keep eating snacks like this, you will be promoted to fat beauty every minute. 】
Qiao Yanran: [go away. 】
which pot doesn't get stuck.
OK. 】
xiaoyuwan is offline.
"Come on, put out the fire!"
The originally quiet prison was broken by a sharp voice. The fire spread very fast, and most of the prison was lit in a twinkling of an eye.
The fire was blazing with black smoke.
A group of guards quickly gathered towards the fire and went to put out the fire.
The small paper man can become bigger and smaller at will, so it is more convenient to move than two people, and the effect of creating chaos is also good.
"Go."
Qiao Yanran saw this scene, directly got up from the ground, and pulled his hand back, "the little paper man has found out the position of several of them, we hurry to save people."
Mo Ling nodded.
"That's right."
Qiao Yan Ran seemed to think of something. She looked back at him and said, "how many days have you not shaved your beard? It's a little tight. "
Stabbing.
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"Grind it for me."
Qiao Yanran reached for the origami and opened his mouth without raising his head.
Mo Ling didn't know why, but he took the inkstone and the grinding strip, poured some water on Yantai, and rubbed the ink in circles.
Qiao Yanran has some ink on her pen. She looks up and looks at Mo Ling carefully. After she tries to figure it out carefully, she begins to write.
However, with a few strokes, Mo Ling's general features were on the paper.
"Like?"
Mo Ling heard her words, looked at the Yellow watch paper and nodded.
Qiao Yanran raised the Yellow watch paper with both hands, dried the ink on it, and made clothes with the remaining yellow watch paper.
But in the twinkling of an eye, a small paper man is ready.
Qiao Yanran stretched out her hand and took Mo Ling's hand. She felt a slender hairpin from her head and tied it directly on Mo Ling's index finger.
Mo Ling eats pain, subconsciously is about to take back the hand, but the other side clenches tightly, he this also didn't draw back.
"Don't move."
Qiao Yanran clutched his wrist, pinched his slender index finger, squeezed out a drop of blood and dropped it on the Yellow watch paper.
Lying flat on the table, everyone got up from the table and grinned at Mo Ling.
Mo Ling saw a strange scene, shocked, subconsciously back two steps, back to Qiao Yanran behind.
He regained his mind. He felt that his action was a bit humiliating. With a hot face, he stubbled his neck and stood back again.
This little thing's smile is too evil. It makes him cool and his scalp is fried.
Especially against his face.
Qiao Yanran stretched out her hand and pressed his shoulder, "the prison break I just said is not to let you rob, but to let this little paper man rob."
"This little paper man is very powerful?"
Mo Ling stretched his finger.
He had never heard of such a thing, and he knew it for the first time.
The little paper man was very fierce. Looking at Mo Ling pointing at him, he opened his mouth with a row of sharp teeth and jumped up to bite him.
When Mo Ling saw this scene, he quickly drew his hand back.
Qiao Yanran smiles and reaches over the top of the paper man's head to touch him. He says in a soft voice, "little mo, you're not allowed to bite him."
The little paper man raised his face and rubbed Qiao Yanran's soft finger belly. His little hand hugged her finger, cute and good.
See this small paper man this appearance, Qiao Yan Ran pour a little reluctant to sacrifice it.
The strength of this little paper man is only in the second stage. Although it looks fierce, it is actually a paper tiger. Its existence is to sacrifice itself and distract those people.
Give them a chance to save people.
At that time, there will be only seven days of life for people who are forbidden to use paper.
When Mo Ling saw this scene, he felt strange.
It's a little uncomfortable.
But he couldn't say why.
The wind was cool at night.
It's a suburb. It's desolate and there are few buildings. The prison is in front of it.
Qiao Yanran takes Mo Ling to the street. She finds a secret place and releases the little paper man. The little paper man, who was only one finger long, suddenly grows bigger.
Finally, he became as big as Mo Ling.
Qiao Yanran looked at the little paper man and said in a soft voice, "go ahead, everything will go according to the plan."
The little paper man nodded and strode toward the prison in the distance.
"Keep up."
Qiao Yan Ran looked at the Mo Ling behind him, stretched out her hand to pull his sleeve, pulled him around towards the back of the prison.
The prison is guarded by a kind of guard ring handle, and the guard is extremely strict.
With their current strength, it is extremely difficult for them to enter the prison silently, let alone rescue them.
Qiao Yanran and Mo Ling lie in the grass, holding their breath, waiting patiently for the opportunity.
There were many mosquitoes in the night, especially in the grass. They were buzzing around the two people like a layer of white fog.
Qiao Yanran frowned deeply, and her eyebrows were full of displeasure.
She wanted to open the shield.
It's very close to the prison, and they are all guards. As long as they use a little spiritual power, they will be found immediately.
But Qiao Yanran is a little better. Her whole body is tense, and the sharp mouthparts of mosquitoes can't penetrate into her skin at all. It's just that the noise is a little annoying.
And Mo Ling felt terrible.
He was full of wounds, big and small. With his own efforts, he recruited 99% of the mosquitoes.
In the twinkling of an eye, he was bitten with bags all over his body.
Mo Ling felt that if he didn't act again, he would soon be drained of blood by these mosquitoes.
"Cough -"
when Qiao Yanran heard that he was coughing, she was startled. She put her right arm around his shoulder, put her hand over his lips and pressed down."Who is it?"
The guard in the distance caught this slight sound, and a little suspicious color flashed on his face. He put one hand on the sabre on his waist and walked towards the direction where they were.
They held their breath and were afraid to move.
"Daddada -"
every sound is like stepping on the heart of two people.
Mo Ling's heart also mentioned his throat, and his whole body tightened up. He clutched the halberd with his right hand, ready to go.
The guard walked around, didn't find their figures, and then left.
Mo Ling was a little relieved.
So relaxed, Mo Ling found that her hand was still on her lips. He nodded slightly, his long eyelashes half closed, and looked down in the light of his eyes.
Her hands are beautiful, soft and smooth on her face.
Qiao Yanran's hands are covered with a thin layer of fat, white and plump, with a sense of dignity. Her fingers are long and thin, and her middle finger's broad green ring is more white.
The fingertips are close, delicate and soft.
That's right.
Although the original owner is white, because of the hard cultivation, the finger bones are very obvious, and the tendons on the back of the hand are exposed, but Qiao Yanran only wears them for a few days.
The hand is round.
The chin is not that sharp.
You are fat. 】
xiaoyuwan also noticed this and said, "Joe, if you keep eating snacks like this, you will be promoted to fat beauty every minute. 】
Qiao Yanran: [go away. 】
which pot doesn't get stuck.
OK. 】
xiaoyuwan is offline.
"Come on, put out the fire!"
The originally quiet prison was broken by a sharp voice. The fire spread very fast, and most of the prison was lit in a twinkling of an eye.
The fire was blazing with black smoke.
A group of guards quickly gathered towards the fire and went to put out the fire.
The small paper man can become bigger and smaller at will, so it is more convenient to move than two people, and the effect of creating chaos is also good.
"Go."
Qiao Yanran saw this scene, directly got up from the ground, and pulled his hand back, "the little paper man has found out the position of several of them, we hurry to save people."
Mo Ling nodded.
"That's right."
Qiao Yan Ran seemed to think of something. She looked back at him and said, "how many days have you not shaved your beard? It's a little tight. "
Stabbing.
"Grind it for me." Qiao Yanran reached for the origami and opened his mouth without raising his head. Mo Ling didn't know why, but he took the inkstone and the grinding strip, poured some water on Yantai, and rubbed the ink in circles. Qiao Yanran has some ink on her pen. She looks up and looks at Mo Ling carefully. After she tries to figure it out carefully, she begins to write. However, with a few strokes, Mo Ling's general features were on the paper. "Like?" Mo Ling heard her words, looked at the Yellow watch paper and nodded. Qiao Yanran raised the Yellow watch paper with both hands, dried the ink on it, and made clothes with the remaining yellow watch paper. But in the twinkling of an eye, a small paper man is ready. Qiao Yanran stretched out her hand and took Mo Ling's hand. She felt a slender hairpin from her head and tied it directly on Mo Ling's index finger. Mo Ling eats pain, subconsciously is about to take back the hand, but the other side clenches tightly, he this also didn't draw back. "Don't move." Qiao Yanran clutched his wrist, pinched his slender index finger, squeezed out a drop of blood and dropped it on the Yellow watch paper. Lying flat on the table, everyone got up from the table and grinned at Mo Ling. Mo Ling saw a strange scene, shocked, subconsciously back two steps, back to Qiao Yanran behind. He regained his mind. He felt that his action was a bit humiliating. With a hot face, he stubbled his neck and stood back again. This little thing's smile is too evil. It makes him cool and his scalp is fried. Especially against his face. Qiao Yanran stretched out her hand and pressed his shoulder, "the prison break I just said is not to let you rob, but to let this little paper man rob." "This little paper man is very powerful?" Mo Ling stretched his finger. He had never heard of such a thing, and he knew it for the first time. The little paper man was very fierce. Looking at Mo Ling pointing at him, he opened his mouth with a row of sharp teeth and jumped up to bite him. When Mo Ling saw this scene, he quickly drew his hand back. Qiao Yanran smiles and reaches over the top of the paper man's head to touch him. He says in a soft voice, "little mo, you're not allowed to bite him." The little paper man raised his face and rubbed Qiao Yanran's soft finger belly. His little hand hugged her finger, cute and good. See this small paper man this appearance, Qiao Yan Ran pour a little reluctant to sacrifice it. The strength of this little paper man is only in the second stage. Although it looks fierce, it is actually a paper tiger. Its existence is to sacrifice itself and distract those people. Give them a chance to save people. At that time, there will be only seven days of life for people who are forbidden to use paper. When Mo Ling saw this scene, he felt strange. It's a little uncomfortable. But he couldn't say why. The wind was cool at night. It's a suburb. It's desolate and there are few buildings. The prison is in front of it. Qiao Yanran takes Mo Ling to the street. She finds a secret place and releases the little paper man. The little paper man, who was only one finger long, suddenly grows bigger. Finally, he became as big as Mo Ling. Qiao Yanran looked at the little paper man and said in a soft voice, "go ahead, everything will go according to the plan." The little paper man nodded and strode toward the prison in the distance. "Keep up." Qiao Yan Ran looked at the Mo Ling behind him, stretched out her hand to pull his sleeve, pulled him around towards the back of the prison. The prison is guarded by a kind of guard ring handle, and the guard is extremely strict. With their current strength, it is extremely difficult for them to enter the prison silently, let alone rescue them. Qiao Yanran and Mo Ling lie in the grass, holding their breath, waiting patiently for the opportunity. There were many mosquitoes in the night, especially in the grass. They were buzzing around the two people like a layer of white fog. Qiao Yanran frowned deeply, and her eyebrows were full of displeasure. She wanted to open the shield. It's very close to the prison, and they are all guards. As long as they use a little spiritual power, they will be found immediately. But Qiao Yanran is a little better. Her whole body is tense, and the sharp mouthparts of mosquitoes can't penetrate into her skin at all. It's just that the noise is a little annoying. And Mo Ling felt terrible. He was full of wounds, big and small. With his own efforts, he recruited 99% of the mosquitoes. In the twinkling of an eye, he was bitten with bags all over his body. Mo Ling felt that if he didn't act again, he would soon be drained of blood by these mosquitoes. "Cough -" when Qiao Yanran heard that he was coughing, she was startled. She put her right arm around his shoulder, put her hand over his lips and pressed down."Who is it?" The guard in the distance caught this slight sound, and a little suspicious color flashed on his face. He put one hand on the sabre on his waist and walked towards the direction where they were. They held their breath and were afraid to move. "Daddada -" every sound is like stepping on the heart of two people. Mo Ling's heart also mentioned his throat, and his whole body tightened up. He clutched the halberd with his right hand, ready to go. The guard walked around, didn't find their figures, and then left. Mo Ling was a little relieved. So relaxed, Mo Ling found that her hand was still on her lips. He nodded slightly, his long eyelashes half closed, and looked down in the light of his eyes. Her hands are beautiful, soft and smooth on her face. Qiao Yanran's hands are covered with a thin layer of fat, white and plump, with a sense of dignity. Her fingers are long and thin, and her middle finger's broad green ring is more white. The fingertips are close, delicate and soft. That's right. Although the original owner is white, because of the hard cultivation, the finger bones are very obvious, and the tendons on the back of the hand are exposed, but Qiao Yanran only wears them for a few days. The hand is round. The chin is not that sharp. You are fat. xiaoyuwan also noticed this and said, "Joe, if you keep eating snacks like this, you will be promoted to fat beauty every minute. Qiao Yanran: go away. which pot doesn't get stuck. OK. xiaoyuwan is offline. "Come on, put out the fire!" The originally quiet prison was broken by a sharp voice. The fire spread very fast, and most of the prison was lit in a twinkling of an eye. The fire was blazing with black smoke. A group of guards quickly gathered towards the fire and went to put out the fire. The small paper man can become bigger and smaller at will, so it is more convenient to move than two people, and the effect of creating chaos is also good. "Go." Qiao Yanran saw this scene, directly got up from the ground, and pulled his hand back, "the little paper man has found out the position of several of them, we hurry to save people." Mo Ling nodded. "That's right." Qiao Yan Ran seemed to think of something. She looked back at him and said, "how many days have you not shaved your beard? It's a little tight. " Stabbing.
