The Savior is just a 3-Year-Old

  Chapter 1 Wearing to the beheading scene

  The neck is chilly.

When Jiang Huailu opened his round black eyes, he found himself kneeling on the cold ground.

  The neck stretched out longer, like a white swan.

  There was a warning coming from beside him.

   "Good deer, stretch your neck quickly, and the ghost knife will fall down after a while, and the head will not be cut off. It will be painful."

   Jiang Huailu's eyelids trembled.

  One side of her head, she saw the man kneeling on her left. It was her father, Shaoqing of Dali Temple.

Next to    is her grandfather, a bachelor's degree in cabinet.

  It is said that he has a life-to-death friendship with his majesty.

"Little deer, little deer, drink some wine to warm up your stomach. It doesn't hurt anymore and can't remember anything." The young woman cried silently, holding a bowl of spirits in her hand, and the bowl of wine was poured down. I'm afraid I don't remember anything.

  Jiang Huailu's heart was pounding, and his forehead was scary. I was afraid that the original body was burned to death by high fever.

   His dark eyes were dripping and dripping, and the deer only felt his throat dry, and he hadn’t drank water for a long time.

  The young woman, Xia's, saw that she felt a pain in her heart.

  Her deer is only three and a half years old, and he is still a child.

   His Majesty is so cruel that he wants to copy Jiang's family.

   "Mother, I don't drink..." Jiang Huailu was aggrieved, and her mother pinched her mouth before she finished speaking, and poured strong and spicy white wine into her mouth.

  Pour down with big mouthfuls.

  At this moment, the people onlookers were already crying secretly.

  The child who was only three and a half years old didn't know anything with his ignorant eyes that day.

  Jiang Huailu only felt that his brain was utterly muddled in an instant, and his eyes looked like deer, crystal clear, and his cheeks were burning red. There was a burp of wine, a gas of alcohol soaring to the sky.

  Thinking intermittently in my mind, Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva...

  Bodhisattva said, she, she will be in the immortal class in the future, to save...the savior of the world.

  Yes, she has established prestige, she... hiccup, she is very powerful.

  Jiang Huailu was not **** because of his young age. At this moment, the dangling body actually stood up, his eyes completely drunk.

   Just raised his foot and took a step, his body softened.

  The whole person rolled down the steps like a small ball, and the two horns on his head were also dangling on his head.

  The Superintendent is waiting to take him back. Turn around...

  I saw her tightly gripping the leg of the young boy who had come by without knowing when.

  Wow, people knelt on the ground.

  Looking at the little girl in horror, clutching an apricot-yellow dragon-patterned four-clawed python gown.

  Supervisor Zhanguan's body trembled slightly, obviously it was cool summer, and she was shocked in a cold sweat, with cold hands and feet.

  Jiang Huailu sat on the ground, his body ached, and he was about to drop his head immediately, feeling aggrieved in his heart.

  The savior cannot cry.

  Yes, the savior cannot cry.

   "Wow...", the earth-shattering cry sounded.

   Jiang Huailu finally couldn't hold back, sitting on the scene of the beheading and crying loudly. Tears pattered, why can't the savior cry.

  The savior is also going to cry when he is three years old!

  Jiang Huailu howled and wept, what saves the world, kills evil spirits, and restores peace to the world, she wants to be the savior!

   Jiang Huailu's tears and nose flowed, grabbing the material in his hand, and leaning over.

   "Huhu..." I wiped my nose with the material embroidered with dragon patterns.

   wiped away tears again.

Beside   , there was a burst of gasp.

  As if chills all over his body, the deer raised his head dimly with teary eyes. Under the scorching sun, the boy's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.

   "Bah, evil!"

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  (End of this chapter)