My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker Chapter 4: Five hundred and thirteenth

Chapter 2913 4.513 Why chase me?

Moline looked at him blankly: "It's you who is so bitter."

Qiao Mu was a little bit dumbfounded. The young man and the young man weren't a man in the strict sense. Whenever they touched it, they would always have a dog bite the dog.

The little monk shook his four paws, hung in the air and kicked and shouted, "Female donor, female donor, quickly rescue the little monk from your bandit mate!"

Qiao Mu looked at them speechlessly, raised his hand and hugged the little monk that Mo Lin was carrying, and patted him comfortably on the back, "Okay, okay, don't you always do it yourself." ."

The little monk looked at her with an innocent face.

Where did he die by himself? It was clearly that Prince Lotus was too stingy.

The female donor is his daughter-in-law, yes, it is still his female donor! The little monk sullen a bun's face, turned his head and stared at Mo Lin.

Turning his head again, he lay on Qiaomu's shoulder, "Female donor, how did you find me?"

His eyes lit up suddenly, and without waiting for Qiao Mu to speak, he continued talking to himself, "It must be because the little monk has a very close relationship with the female donor."

Qiao Mu couldn't help but want to hehe.

Since waking up the kid, he has not stopped talking until now.

This is really a talking little monk.

"Little master, you are very wise!" Chen Qi, who had been silent for a long time, couldn't help but laughed, "Little master is interested in learning exercises from the old man?"

The little monk Kongkong looked back at the old man and shook his head like a rattle. "The little monk is a monk. He is neither famous nor profitable, so he doesn't need to study forgers."

Qiao Mu couldn't help being a little bit funny when he heard this, and raised his hand to poke his bulging face, "It's very useful to learn to forge. I can forge a weapon by myself."

The little monk secretly glanced at the black-faced Prince Mo, and muttered in a low voice, "Why don't you know how?"

What kind of weapon does the little monk want? If you want, let your husband make it. The meaning in the little monk's eyes really made Qiao Mu a little bit dumbfounded.

This child is habitually antagonizing each other with Mo Lin, but it was Prince Mo that he thought of at a critical moment.

It can be seen that in the subtlety of my heart, he actually attaches great importance to and recognizes the prince.

"Do you know who those black clothes chase you are."

"What man in black?" The little monk looked around. When he saw a lot of men in black lying on the ruined grassland, he couldn't help but was slightly stunned.

"They chase me? Why are they chasing me?" The little monk asked inexplicably.

As soon as this statement came out ~IndoMTL.com~Qiao Mu knew that it was impossible to get some useful information from a monk from a young age.

The little monk knows no more than her.

Thinking of this, Qiao Mu sighed involuntarily. After holding the little monk in his arms, he only walked two steps, and he felt a little light on his body.

Qiao Mu looked down, his arms were empty, and the little monk had been snatched by the husband standing by.

"What are you doing?" The little monk immediately called out dissatisfiedly, "The little monk doesn't want you to hold it!"

This stiff, stinky man, when he hugged him, frequently made his face hurt, and he was not as comfortable as the female donor.

Moline lowered her head gently, stroking and stroking his little head, smiling but not smiling, "No objection is invalid!"

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Ah ah too sleepy, wake up to make up for it

(End of this chapter)