Chapter 465

Although Mr. Pianpianjia was carrying a bag of snacks, which did damage his image a bit, but he couldn't care less about smiling for the beauty.

After buying the meat buns, Huan Qingyan ate two, and his eyes were attracted by the dumpling shop.

Pulling Jimo Ya to sit in the narrow shop...

After a while, the dumplings came up.

Huan Qingyan put down the half-eaten meat bun, and happily ate the dumpling.

These days, she followed Jimoya every day, and never mentioned anything about going home. She wanted to eat when she opened her eyes, and she also hugged delicious food when she slept. Her life was happy and happy.

The half of the meat bun rolled under the table, and suddenly, the tight black ball with no gaps opened a hole, and a small hand quickly flashed out from inside, and scooped the meat bun into the ball. ...

What level of cultivation is Jimo Ya now? He can sense the wind and grass within a few miles around.

What's more, the things around you?

Only he didn't move.

He had already discovered the mystery of this ball.

There are living creatures inside!

The foodie Xiaoyan often fell asleep after eating and eating. After falling asleep, she ate all the food in the front, back, left, and right sides. Then, an incredibly slender hand would stretch out from the ball, smaller than a baby. The kind that grabs some excess food.

Even if Jimo Ya closed his eyes and meditated, his spiritual consciousness could be caught, but he didn't say anything.

No wonder no one can use this purple magic weapon, because it already has an owner.

If you guessed right, this little hand is the owner.

With such a small breed and hands, Jimo Ya thought it was a demon at first, but the demon mirror on his body did not respond at all.

If it's not a monster race, then it should be a rare race.

What exactly it is, he has only seen one hand, so he still doesn't know.

Because the ball often steals Huan Qingyan's food, the thought of resisting and running away has rested a lot, and most of the time, it no longer rolls around.

Huan Qingyan dragged it, and it rolled away, and stayed quietly if it didn't drag it.

Jimo Ya saw that it didn't seem to have any hostility towards Huan Qingyan except for stealing food, so he let it go and raised it as a pet for the little girl.

Huan Qingyan ate and ate, and suddenly stretched out his hand to touch Jimo Ya's face, "Uncle, you look so good-looking!"

Jimo Ya has been raided many times by her like this. After this girl has a low IQ, she has two very honest points. One is to eat, and the other is to think that he is good-looking from the bottom of her heart. call.

After touching it, she put her little hand under her nose and sniffed, "Uncle, your face smells so delicious, even more fragrant than dumplings. Uncle, can you eat it?"

Jimo Ya is used to it, "Uncle is human, how can he eat? Eat your dumplings."

Whether it is two major points or boiled down to one point, her ultimate goal is still to eat.

As for the word "uncle", Jimo Ya, a wife-loving madman, doesn't care, as long as it's her name, he doesn't care what it's called.

Huan Qingyan sniffed her hand reluctantly, there was no residual fragrance on her hand... Then she buried her head and continued to eat her dumplings.

Jimo Ya pretended to accidentally drop the snacks on the table, such as meat buns and candied haws, under the table...

Before long, the ball was silently rolled in.

After throwing four or five balls, the ball stopped rolling, so it must be full.

Fortunately, Huan Qingyan is already a bottomless pit foodie, if he raises another bottomless pit foodie, Jimo Ya will consider throwing it away.