Yang Tian immediately angrily walked to the front of Xiao Mandy with a pair of her punishment posture.

Okay, fine, but you have to tell me how you got here. Is it true what Sister Ahan said just now?
Looking at Yang Tian Xiao Mandy, who stood stiffly in front of him, almost couldn’t help laughing and asked if he really didn’t want to punish him, so he changed his mind.
But I’m an old man. I’m a loser, a miser or a thief.
In the small mandy watching Yang Tianwei after a thoughtfully finally depressed ashamed way
Giggle, miser, thief, haha
Small Mandy seems to hear very worry suddenly happy to laugh again.
What are you laughing at?
Yang Tian angrily said
I didn’t mean to giggle. Hehe, I didn’t expect you to really draw it, but I think you must be the most honest thief in the world. Haha
Small Mandy laugh while hard way
You still laugh.
Yang Tian urgent way
Giggle, stop laughing. Giggle, people are different. I mean, why do you feel weird? You’re a dummy.
Small Mandy hard endure laughed
I am a real person.
Yang Tian retorted.
Really? Let me see where you are real.
Small Mandy smell speech a pair of big eyes immediately flashed a curious light at Yang Tianshi unexpectedly stretched out his hand to Yang Tianshen touch.
What are you doing? I’m real.
Yang day scared to shrink back by a way
It’s true. What are you afraid of? You won’t miss a piece.
The more Yang Tian dodged the little Mandy, the more curious she got up and went to Yang Tian.
No, no, you can’t look.
Yang day hands shaking panic receded back.
Oh, I think you must be made of paper, so you dare not show it to me. Come here.
Small mandy contemptuous sneer at flicker to recover to Yang day.
I once thought that it was gentle and virtuous to look at the door and return the demon’s side. At this time, Yang Tian played the role of painting taking root, but Xiao Mi’s clutches were caught by Xiao Mi’s eagle without running a few steps.
Hehe, you are so light in your hand that you dare to argue.
Small Mandy Dian Dian Yang day immediately triumphant way
See if she doesn’t mean to lie? Yang Tian couldn’t help wondering how Wang Ti, a seven-yuan immortal, could be airy if he didn’t intentionally intellectual man fit.
On second thought, Yang Tian felt that one explanation was that Master Tao tampered with it.
I remember that when I became a painter, the master used a brush to draw a few random strokes on my body. At that time, he was mysterious. At this time, it seems mysterious
Gee, this ear, this nose, this eye feels real.
Small Mandy hands in Yang days targeting top groping to bring Yang days hemp itchy feeling mouth still mumbling chanting eyes gradually to move away.
don’t
Yang day pathetic looking at small Mandy cried in horror.
shut up