My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker Chapter 4: The seven hundred and twenty-eighth

He patted his thigh, then he recollected, his palm suddenly stiffened.

No?

Brother!

Did he really see the half-pulled, carrion-faced eighteenth sister last night?

At this time, Mi Yan Shengzi is standing in the forefront of the team neatly dressed, waiting for everyone to sort out and return to the team.

"Chenghui Seven Hundred and Thirty Thousand Spirit Coins! I'll get rid of the fraction, seven hundred and nine!"

Hearing the voice, Miyan Shengzi twitched his cheeks, then looked down, and saw that the face paralyzed was holding up a bill in his hand, looking up at himself.

Miyan Shengzi stooped and reached out to take her bill without expression, and I saw that bill floated all the way to the ground...

Miyan Son:...

Everyone:...

Sage child Miyan coughed slightly, just about to say something, and the voice of Broken Moon came from the side, "Hey, there are two million more, add them together, don't forget to give it to Jojo."

A group of vampire bats!

Miyan Shengzi bit her small steel teeth, showing a look like a strong man with a broken wrist, took out a spirit coin card from his inner boundary, and handed it to Qiaomu.

"Ten million, no need to look for it!"

Qiao Mu nodded, stood on tiptoe, reached out to take the spiritual coin card contributed by Miyan Shengzi, raised his hand and wanted to pat someone's shoulder to comfort him, but found that his height can only be photographed by others. Legs, so he gave up anxiously.

"Let's go!" Saint Miyan said to everyone.

The rest of the people have also washed up at this moment, ready to go.

Just now, when he was in a critical condition, it was a Phoenix sitting on a small face who flew all the way here.

Now that the crisis is over, people who are not familiar with facial paralyzed faces are naturally embarrassed to rub their phoenix.

"Let's go, you will be in the temple within two hours."

"Time should be too late!"

Sage Son Miyan rolled over and sat on the mount equipped with the temple, waved his hand, and led the crowd towards the Sun Moon Temple.

Flying on the ground, flying in the sky, everyone rushed away in one direction.

Qiaomu sat cross-legged on a long feather, floating lightly above everyone's heads.

A chubby little monk sat beside him in a proper manner.

Everyone couldn't help but glanced more, wondering where the monk came out of.

Qi Xuanxuan first glanced at the feathers fluttering softly, but didn't dare to go up. At this moment, seeing the feathers floating for more than half an hour, still maintaining a constant speed, she leaned in curiosity.

Qi Xuanxuan said, "Eh Qiaoqiao, eh Qiaoqiao, me, can I come up and have fun?"

Qiao Mu was sitting there, listening to the little monk talking boredly.

Seeing Qi Xuanxuan's strong request to come up, she nodded and "jumped."

Qi Xuanxuan was sitting on Duanmuqing's Qianliying Yizhangqing. Hearing what Qiao Mu said, she staggered to her feet, swallowing her saliva and she was a little afraid.

"I won't jump over, it can't bear the weight of both of us, let's fall down!"

"It's very possible, eh." There was a disharmonious voice next to him, and the little fat man was dying before his death, and he was still smiling, "The weight of you is pressed up, eh, what are you doing? ?"

The little fat man who got a fist on his head shrank his neck with a grievance.

"Let's jump, it's okay." Qiao Mu said blankly.

It is very happy to have someone listen to the little monk with her.