"What I asked was, Yan ziyue How did you get pregnant How can they be pregnant with the children of the noble people? They The height between them is so much different... "
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"And, as you said, they are tall and everywhere Right? Big Right That's the problem. Yan ziyue is an ordinary human. Like you and me, these two What, right... "
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Feng Chenglin also used his hand to draw, as if he was afraid that Ding temple would not understand: "that's what What, what
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"In principle, what about them It doesn't match... "
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This series of soul questions ask the soul out of the body of the Ding Temple --
is this really special question that is hard to answer!
How does he know how they got pregnant!?
Besides, he didn't even think about it!
Looking at the Dingmiao temple, Feng Chenglin said: "look, I'll tell you You don't know, you don't believe it... "
Ding Temple:
Who would have thought that you would ask such a question!?
It is estimated that only the Gao people and Yan ziyue know this problem themselves.
Others, I'm afraid it's not clear who it is!
"That What... "
After licking his lips, Ding Temple tried to cover up the embarrassment.
"I think this problem It has nothing to do with us. It's better not to think about it. At present, we are in great danger. If we can't guarantee it, we'll have to worry about our lives. We'd better pass the present and then That's a good thing... "
"I didn't want to say it. You wanted me to say it!"
Feng Chenglin is a face of innocent expression, that look, full of disgust.
"As I said just now, nothing happened. You are still angry and unhappy. I said this, and you are angry again..."
Ding Temple suddenly raised his hand and suppressed his words: "don't talk!"
Feng Chenglin is even more unhappy: "you see, I'm telling the truth, you're still not happy..."