The Savior is just a 3-Year-Old

  Chapter 204 Imagine and her future

  "Aren't you claiming to be your savior? How come you can't save you now?" Lu Huaijiang embraced her hands and looked at her indifferently.

  Jiang Huailu turned his head and looked at him with mentally retarded eyes.

   "Brother Lu Jiang, see what I am?" Pointing to her small round head.

  Two people have big eyes to small eyes.

  "This is the head, not the Japanese gourd. I will save people if I see them. Then everyone can ask me to save them?"

  Lu Huaijiang gave a low laugh, which was kind of interesting.

"That woman was a tiger, and she didn’t know how many lives she had committed. Why didn’t you punish her because of how many families were broken? People like this should be skinned and cramped! Even the nine races are involved, and if there is a trace of blood involved, they should be killed on the spot. "A little haze flashed through Lu Huaijiang's eyes.

Jiang Huailu tilted his head and looked at him: "Brother Lu Jiang, you can't kill people at will. If you kill people indiscriminately, wouldn't you be evil?" The little girl widened her eyes, and if you were like this, it would not be the same as the evil Highness of Beijing. What.

  Lu Huaijiang chuckled, mockingly.

  Don’t the world call him evil?

  In that case, why not kill the world?

   There was a burst of depression in his heart, and a bit of anger suddenly rose in his pressed heart. Whenever he did, he used blood to calm his anger.

  But at this moment, his eyes are red and his fists are slightly clenched.

  Suddenly...

  Icy cold covered his fist, and gently opened his white finger bones.

"Brother Lu Jiang, if you are in a bad mood, take Lulu's hand, and Lulu will pull you. We promise that you will not be lethal to your life, that you will not cause a catastrophe, cause cause and effect." The little girl raised her hand. Patted his chest.

  The icy cold made Lu Huaijiang wake up instantly, as if there was a steady stream of coolness that made him feel relaxed.

  Lu Huaijiang lowered his eyes, looking at her inquisitively.

   Feng's eyes turned slightly, and all his emotions were biased, so that he couldn't understand the little things.

  If this palace is going up, will you still take your milk doll to be in power? Is it fair to say?

  Thinking about this, with a sharp flick of his hand, Jiang Huailu was thrown away.

  Lu Huaijiang would get goose bumps all over his body when he thinks about that scene. If this is seen by the civil and military officials, how can he shock the world?

  I'm afraid that the world will be rumored, the murderous, brutal tyrant actually wants to bring a milk doll to court?

  He can't afford to lose this old face.

  Lu Huaijiang rolled his eyes and disappeared directly into the darkness.

  The scary thing is not ashamed, but he actually imagined the days when he was together with Jiang Lu in reality. This made him even a little bit of joy and expectation, which made Lu Huaijiang unacceptable.

  Little Huailu looked at the boy who had disappeared suddenly, his brows frowned like a small earthworm.

   "Man's heart, needle on the bottom of the sea."

"Obviously holding Lulu's hand, I can't bear to let go, her face still smells like a shoehorn. It's like the insole that my brother hasn't changed for eight hundred years..." The little girl pouted her mouth and was finished talking. A Yin, who stepped forward, raised her brows.

   his face was surprised, and his tone improved: "Your brother doesn't like to change insoles?"

  Jiang Huailu: Uh...

  The little girl clasped her hands, her two index fingers kept entwining, and cautiously said: "Um, ah, maybe, maybe it is." Lord God, don't let her brother find out that she is hacking him.

  A Yin, who is dressed in women's clothing, furrowed her brows and put on two incense sticks. When he left the hall, he told the maid: "Prepare twenty pairs of insoles."

  Jiang Huailu glanced back and forth in the dark direction of the Salvation Hall until he walked away.

  Lu Huaijiang only showed his body shape: "Little heartless. Thinking of asking me to come back to drink chicken soup and eat chicken legs, I didn't leave a bite of chicken bones for this palace!"

  Her resentment.

  　 I’m asking for a ticket, asking for a ticket... the last round of PK begins tomorrow

  (End of this chapter)