Monster System: Quickly Transmigrate Male God's Favorite

Chapter 697 Regent, Empress Dowager (23)

Feng Min watched Feng Xun walk away, took the opportunity to sit firmly in Qian Qiu's arms, got up and put his arms around her neck.

He said in a childish voice: "Queen, you haven't hugged Miner for a long time, Miner misses you so much."

Qian Qiu's complexion became even more subtle.

She can also use the big white goose to make roast goose.

but.

This Feng Min, she really didn't know what to do.

"Mother."

Feng Min rubbed her cheek, cute and cute, like a little puppy with a flick of its tail.

Qianqiu didn't move.

She still kept smiling, seemingly dignified, but her limbs were stiff.

She is not afraid of anything, death does not matter.

The most fearful thing is...

Such clingy cubs.

In her long years, when she was still young, she picked up a child from the side of the road to raise.

I can't remember that memory clearly.

The only feeling I can remember is that it was really bad.

She has always cherished feathers.

Because of that cub, he suffered the heaviest injury in so many years.

I don't know how long it was buried in the ruins.

If she hadn't been dug out, she might have slept until the interstellar destruction.

Such an experience is black history for her.

Even though her memory was vague, she didn't like it very much.

Except little brother.

For such clingy and troublesome pups.

She felt a headache when she saw it.

Qianqiu's head was aching, and he endured it for a while, resistance was written all over his body.

She was just going to pinch the nape of this little cub before throwing it out.

Feng Xun has already turned around.

His expression was still indifferent, before Qian Qiu could make a move, he lifted Feng Min up like he was choking a big white goose.

Feng Min is like that big white goose.

He didn't move, and looked at Feng Xun pitifully.

"Finished writing?" He said coldly.

"No, no."

"Do you still want to go to the temple fair tonight?"

"think……"

"Don't continue to practice."

Feng Xun pulled Feng Min to his previous position, and pushed the pen, ink, paper and inkstone over.

Feng Min wronged Bala and glanced at Qian Qiu.

Qianqiu glanced at him and smiled slightly.

"Let's not do that."

Feng Min's eyes lit up, and her little tail wagged even more cheerfully.

The queen mother is indeed the best, she is not as fierce as the king regent, she loves herself the most!

He was just about to pounce.

With slender fingers, Qianqiu picked up the wooden sword on the table and said:

"Since you don't want to practice calligraphy, why not try this wooden sword, how is it different from a ruler?"

Feng Min: "..."

"Mother, queen mother?"

Confusion was written all over his face, mother, are you serious?
Feng Min's little eyes are pitiful.

Qian Qiu was indifferent, seriousness written all over his face.

Feng Min and his mother failed to act coquettishly, and looked at Feng Xun again.

Feng Xun stuffed the pen into his hand, and his normally indifferent voice became a little gentler.

他 说:

"Write it, dear."

"Otherwise Jiujiu should come back again."

Feng Min: "..."

One threatens with a wooden sword.

One threatened with a big white goose.

Feng Min took a deep breath, the feeling at that moment was indescribable.

It was probably the poor, weak and helpless Mengxin who was stared at by two big bosses.

Under such a gaze.

Feng Min's hands trembled slightly as he wrote a word.

Qianqiu's wooden sword knocked on the table.

"What dog crawling is written here?"

Feng Min's hands trembled, his little heart was a little scared.

Feng Xun lowered his eyes, raised his hand to pinch the holder of his pen, and straightened it.

Feng Min's small face was still aggrieved.

He glanced at it and said lightly:
"Write it down well, there will be sugar-making people in the temple to eat at night."

(End of this chapter)