My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker

4302-Lady

The scattered crowd on the street, like grasshoppers that fry the pan, fled everywhere and went straight to their homes.

Arbor lifted her hand and jumped over the roof.

Mu Xingchen, Long Xiangyun, Long Ling, Feng Changqing and others also hurried up the eaves, so as not to be crowded with the crowd, the journey was difficult.

"What's going on?" Long Xiangyun asked with a puzzled expression. "The sound seems to come from the direction of the dock. Do we need to look over?"

Arbor tightly wrinkled her slender eyebrows, and when she glanced over, she saw the slender figure of Songfeng, who was crowded in the crowd.

The two waitresses were struggling to protect him, but the crowd came in the opposite direction, rushing them to the left and right, and immediately dispersed.

Arbor pulled lightly on the sleeves of Merlin.

Molian knew at once, and a purple line of fire between her fingers burned towards Songfeng.

"What are you doing?" Long Xiangyun looked in his eyes and couldn't help exclaiming.

Are these two problems causing troublesome upper body?

One or two is nothing to worry about.

No grudge, how can I provoke the Songfeng son again?

Seeing that purple firelight was going to burn into the robe of Songfeng's son, one of the waitresses rushed forward recklessly, blocking the purple line of fire with a sword.

Molian naturally didn't want to hurt people, so she saw the fire and recovered the fire.

Squeezing Qiaomu's small hand and turning her head to smile at her, "Stay here."

His Majesty's words, Prince Mo's slender figure floated down, and suddenly he came forward to the son of Songfeng, and shot at him without warning.

"Mr. Mo, what are you doing? My son did not practice, and he didn't understand martial arts!" The waitress exclaimed, hurried forward to resist, and pushed Songfeng son back with great responsibility.

Mo Lian didn't entangle with this woman much any more. She pointed down the woman with one finger, and flew to Songfeng.

The slender dark black sword appeared in his hand for a moment, rushing a strong wind, and headed towards Songfeng's neck.

The Songfeng son looked silently at Prince Mo, who was stabbed by Hengjian.

The crowd running around was frightened by Prince Mo's actions, and couldn't help exclaiming.

Fast, the speed of the move is really too fast, and it's too dazzling.

Most people were in wonder, and Prince Mo's sword had reached the neck of Songfeng.

If this article is not avoided, this sword will be picked up by Prince Mo's throat and blood will flow.

Long Xiangyun couldn't help but be taken aback, and subconsciously grabbed the brother's sleeve.

This Divine Prince is too moody, right?

Suddenly, an unarmed man is attacked. What is this picture?

"Ding." A thin flying knife like a cicada wing said that he was about to hit Merian's blade from time to time.

Prince Mo's sword was cheaper than Xu Xun, and in that moment, the son of Songfeng stepped back two steps and quickly avoided his sword.

Molian slightly hooked her lip corner, and Wu Yuejian in her hand could not help but stab it again at Songfeng.

This time, the purple flickering flames appeared on the sword body, and the fire spirit suddenly soared and spread, sweeping out an arc of strong wind.

Suddenly fell on the son of Songfeng.

Everyone couldn't help but exclaim.

It was thought that the flirtatious boy who could not help but be hit by the sword of the prince would certainly be swept away and seriously injured.

(End of this chapter)