My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker Chapter 4: Five hundred and twenty-two

? Qiao Mu looked back and saw that Shengzi Miyan was wearing an ethereal white robe, with a handsome face, and slowly walked over from the separated crowd.

It's like that, but it's really like an old **** stick.

The age of this holy son is estimated to be over a hundred years old.

A crowd of students stepped forward to show off to Miyan Shengzi.

With a cold expression on the Shengzi, he nodded at the people around him.

His gaze, separated from the heavy crowd, followed by falling on the body of the face paralyzed, his brows frowned involuntarily.

For these two days, I didn’t eat well and sleep soundly. It’s really uncomfortable for my son.

This Lord Son, where is he who is not admired and treated well?

Only Mo Lin Qiaomu, the black-hearted couple, dare to treat him like this!

"The prince of Shenzhou, the prince, came here so early in the morning, would you like to have a try on the stage?" As soon as the words of Miyan Shengzi fell, he heard a "clam" on the martial arts stage next to him. The weapon fell to the ground.

Everyone looked up at the guy who lost his weapon in the battle.

I saw the child with a green face, and his eyes looked a little horrified in the direction of Qiao Mu.

Fuck, this kid wouldn't have heard the three words "Prince Princess" and shook his weapon...

Master Qiao Qiao cast a blank expression toward the martial arts arena, then withdrew his gaze, and walked to the other arena.

Not interested in watching two weak chickens compete.

The little princess didn't leave a word with Mi Yan, so angry that the saintly handsome face of Mi Yan was almost unbearable.

The little priest on the side couldn't help but lower his voice and said, "Holy, Lord Son, let's not provoke the little evil star."

Miyan Shengzi couldn't help but punched the priest's head with a fist, "Shut up!"

Everyone twitched their mouths, only to feel that the noble and noble image of Lord Son in their hearts seemed to be far away.

Mi Yan's heartfelt voice at this moment should be: Good breath, good breath!

He realized that there was something wrong with his behavior just now, and turned his head with a cool face, and asked a tutor next to him like nothing to say, "How is the test situation."

"It is estimated that the audition will not be completed until the afternoon. Today, most of the ten competition stations have gone through more than a dozen fights."

"Currently, the number one in the points is the third master of the Duan family, Duan Tianya."

"Okay!" A thunderous roar erupted in front of a martial arts stage.

The moment Qiao Mu and Mo Lin walked past, they happened to see a student being quickly knocked down from the ring, and the mud rolled to the ground, tumbling in front of them, shaking for a long time without being able to. Stand up.

"Duan Sanshao is really amazing!"

"Duan Sanshao!"

"Duan Sanshao!!"

Under the martial arts stage~IndoMTL.com~ A group of Duan Sanshao male and female fans screamed and laughed one after another.

"Duan Sanshao now has 850 points! Currently ranked first."

"As expected to be my Duan Sanshao, wow, wow, look at his cold face, he is really handsome and free and easy!"

Various **** voices rushed towards her face, her face was paralyzed, and she pushed aside two women who exaggerated Duan Sanshao's praise, "Thank you."

This cold face can easily wipe out everyone's boiling emotions...

The two women were dumbfounded, screaming and cheering, just as the cold water poured into their throats.

Moline lowered her eyes amusedly.