My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker

4371-Mister

Long Yan's face naturally looked extremely ugly.

On Su Ri they saw few people around the Prince.

Most of Long's attention was focused on the hundreds of Feng people who were trained to be strong.

Where do you know, the Prince immediately let go, and this sudden effort saved no fewer than a thousand people.

Looking closely at his fingers, the black attendants were released from a space ring.

I heard that His Royal Highness Prince is a rare artifact master in the world, and the ring in his hand ... should be a space artifact that can store life.

Long Xiangyun wanted to come forward and say a few words, but was dragged by her brother to stop the pace.

Long Yan's eyes fell intricately on the tree, and he sighed longly, "Mrs. Bai ..."

"Dragon." Morian interrupted him in a cold voice. "Since you entered this forgetful river, think about it yourself. How many people try to get in trouble with Qiao Qiao, how many people don't have bad intentions."

"If you want to do this peacemaker, you have to see if the conditions allow it."

Long Yu just felt, staring at the prince's dazzling phobias, and he could not help showing a chill.

"What Bai Ningshuang is, I dare to come and challenge." Mo Lian said coldly, "Go, since Wangchuan Long's reluctant to take action on this woman, you will pick up people."

"Yes!" The leader of Zilinwei took a fist and immediately turned away with a group of young men in black.

"You guys!" Long Xiangyun's face changed slightly, and he hurried forward to stop, "Prince, this is Wangchuan! Don't ..."

"Alas." Prince Mo interrupted Long Xiangyun's chattering, his eyes were cold and unusual, like Lengyue Qinghui's eyes were deep.

"What's the matter, I didn't handle some small things in the past, Long Yan, why did you get into trouble with Qiao Qiao again." A grinning voice came from far away.

The crowd turned their heads and saw that Ding Gong, who was in a purple robe and self-cultivation, was coming down the flower path.

As the breeze blew, fine pieces of osmanthus falling down one after another, sprinkled on his hair, on his body, under his feet, and spread a light golden color.

"Ugly dead." Small face paralyzed and said blankly.

Everyone: ...

Can you say anything more against it?

This young boy in purple clothes, no matter standing in the crowd or in the bustling world, will not be inferior to the husband and the peach blossom fairy beside you, right?

"To show off, I don't know what to say." Qiao Mu said coldly.

Wu Chen: ...

"Fuck your head and pose."

Merlin: ...

"Born by nature, hypocritical!"

"Cough, cough." Mu Xing Chen and Mi Yan Sheng Zi, who could not help but coughed.

Long Xiangyun turned silently to the four words four words paralyzed on one side.

To be honest, she couldn't get used to Ding Yun's tactics, but at least she didn't blind her eyes, so naturally it was impossible to link Ding Yun to "ugly death" and a lot of criticisms behind.

Lord Qiaoqiao, this is how much people can't wait to see.

Long Yan glanced at the little girl silently, and looked at Ding Yun sympathetically.

He suddenly felt that, compared to the young and handsome boy in front of him, Master Jojo was very disgusting, at least not so offensive.

Ding Yun walked all the way, walked in front of Qiao Mu and smiled, "Qiao Qiao, but Long Ye is asking you trouble?"

Long Yan could not help rolling his eyes.

He didn't learn enough along the way, and he had nothing to do to find small facial paralysis.

(End of this chapter)