Qing Yan waved his hand and asked Han You to go down, carried Tao Yao to the bedroom, gently placed her on the bed, and then took off the big towel.

After the towel was opened, the beepy, white, tender and pink body looked like a freshly carved jade doll. Qingyan laughed softly. This little guy was so cute everywhere on his body.

Is this...Is this bare-skinned and not wearing anything?

Qingyan pulled the quilt and covered her. He found a box containing Taoyao's clothes himself. He found a small bellyband from it. The material was very soft, very gentle, bright red, and a few peaches were embroidered on it, which complemented her, the little peach spirit.

Zhuge Canglan asked someone to prepare a lot of clothes for Tao Yao. Small clothes like this are basically bright red, with very bright colors, and the patterns embroidered on them are also very interesting.

Qing Yan rarely had the "Ya Xing" and looked at the patterns on it one by one with those little dolls.

After reading it, he curled his lips and despised himself fiercely. He was so angry that he actually did such a thing.

No matter how young Taoyao is, he is still a girl. He actually looks so excited when he sees a woman's bellyband. Oh my god, he must have been thrusting his mind just now.

Qing Yan quickly closed the cage, took a small bellyband, clumsyly put it on Tao Yao, then covered it with a quilt, and let her sleep well.

He himself rubbed his face and tried to review the memorials.

The memorials that were piled up like hills outside made Qingyan Town feel powerless. He really wanted to know how Yutian Xuanhuang quickly handled everything, and the devil's miscellaneous things were not as easy as the Tian Clan?

But Yutian Xuanhuang was so relaxed no matter when he was at all. Just like this time, no one was in charge of his family, he could still stay here for so long, and he was not worried about trouble at all.

Alas, it’s really awesome for people to be more popular.

Qing Yan thought angrily, and wrote the pen in his hand quickly, his eyes like a radar, quickly swept the memorial and then swiped a few strokes, using the fewest words and the simplest strokes to express his meaning.

But even so, so many memorials cannot be reviewed in a short time.

It had been two hours since he sat here, his back was sore, and his pen was almost soft, but half of the memorial was still not over.

Qing Yan really wanted to tear all the memorials. I really don’t know why those gods who have something to do all day long have to do, and they have presented so many memorials. Most of them are trivial matters.

For example, a certain immortal king said that the son of a certain god broke his son's arm and asked His Majesty to give his son a fairness.

Seeing this Qingyan is really going crazy. It’s so normal for you to fight two boys. A god broke his arms and legs. It’s not easy to grow well. You can write a memorial.

What's more irrelevant is that the husband of a certain female fairy king had a mistress outside, and she actually asked him, the Heavenly King, to be fair to her.

What about the god, Qingyan has nothing to say. What are the housework? These people don’t understand the relationship.

In the past, when Qingyan saw such memorials, he would review them, but now he just threw them away.
Chapter completed!