My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker Chapter 3: Five hundred and eighteenth

Chapter 2072 3.518 strike up a conversation?

Wait?

Who is waiting for you!

The blazing fire phoenix swooped down, flapped its wings badly, and on the spot lifted the Jianping Wang Shizi two chucks, Gu Lulu rolled onto the table leg, his big head hit the blue brick floor, and it broke. Up.

"Shizi!!"

"Shizi——"

Everyone exclaimed and stood up together.

The King Shizi of Jianping was already very embarrassed at this time. He probably had never experienced such embarrassment in his life. While the whole person was breathing heavily, his original delicate face was also distorted.

"You! You guys! You are so bold!"

"Pop!" Blazing Fire Phoenix's claws fell heavily on Jianping Wang Shizi's head. Before he could finish drinking, this kid was lifted out by the Ancient Phoenix again.

He ran straight on the table of the female servant, causing a hasty scream of panic.

"Puffs all over." Jianping Wang Shizi rolled off from the table of two women with pale face, lying on the ground, air intake was less and more air, and there was a loud noise from the throat, but he was directly dizzy. past.

Qiao Mu glanced at the messy banquet in front of him, and paid special attention to Geng Pengcheng's dark face.

The little hand pulled Moline's sleeve gently, and the little guy blinked and asked, "Husband, are their brains sick?"

"It's obvious." Merline took her little hand and turned and left.

Since there is so much unhappiness, why are you staying here?

"Wait!" Seeing that they were about to leave, Geng Pengcheng immediately remembered something, turned around and walked quickly.

I wanted to stop them from going, but when I thought of the heavy force swept by the young man in black clothes just now, he almost shot him away.

He couldn't help but his eyelids twitched, and he quickly stepped back two steps, standing ten steps away from the two of them, and arched his hands with a smile, "Two people, it was just a small misunderstanding. King Jianping The son is a distinguished guest from China, and you are also guests invited by the old man. I hope that both parties can get along in harmony."

Fang Chen couldn't help but chuckle, "Getting along in harmony? It's all like this. Where else can we go in harmony?"

"Palace Master." A faint voice came from behind several people.

Mo Lin and Qiao Mu looked up, and saw a woman in a pink-green satin shirt and a pair of gilt tassel hairpins, stepping forward.

Under the white skin, peach cheeks, willow eyebrows, and vermilion lips, she is a natural beauty.

It's a pity that this graceful and beautiful face is lowered by several levels under the comparison of Qing Hong's cold, expressionless facial paralysis.

This paralyzed face doesn't need any expression~IndoMTL.com~As long as people stand there, thousands of women in the world can lose their color.

"Ah, it's Miss Mu San." Geng Pengcheng turned around, arched his hand at the woman politely, and smiled, "Don't worry, Miss San, it's okay. All these people are here to ask. Children here."

Mu Rouke frowned slightly, glanced at Qiao Mu, and paused slightly on Prince Mo, seemingly imperceptible.

"This son, he seems to have known each other before."

Geng Pengcheng looked at him for a moment, and took a special look at Mo Lin.

He has always wanted to find out what the identities of the people around Qiao Mu are from.

It’s just weird, as if every time a key point is found, some information will always be erased.

Just now, it seems that the man next to Qiao Mu, no matter his cultivation level or his identity, doesn't seem to be that simple.

(End of this chapter)