My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker Chapter 5: Thirty-third

Qiao Mu couldn't help but exasperated. The little girl who popped out in front of her looked young and dressed up in a state of wealth.

If you can speak it out, it's almost inexplicable to get home.

What does it mean that she is unsatisfied and fortunate, and she doesn't admit it? Who did she tease? No one teased it!

What kind of ghost is it, who can explain to her?

Mu Xingchen looked at the chaotic situation in front of him, couldn't help but raise his hand to help his forehead, and stepped forward and whispered, "This...Sigong girl, your hand is hurt, let it go before you talk?"

Sikong Fuling glanced at him coldly, clutching the end of the vine whip of Arbor, and asked word by word, "Qiao Mu, would you dare to dream of it?"

Qiao Mu stared at her with a blank look.

I saw a dark lacquered flute, slowly drawn out of Sikong Fuling's knowledge, horizontally in the air, slowly falling.

Qiao Mu looked at the nightmare magic flute, his heart tightened slightly, for a long while, but his eyes were cold and mercilessly staring at the flute.

She recognized this terrible flute.

The moment this nightmare magic flute is blown, she will dream of seeing bad people, bad things, and giving birth to bad memories.

For example... Second Master Qin.

"Qiao Mu, as long as you dream, you will know what happened to you and my eldest brother."

The crowds onlookers who ate melons held their breaths, their eyes fixed on the small facial paralysis.

Mo Lin suddenly flashed, came to his wife, held her waist with one hand, and looked at Sikong Fuling coldly, "Don't push her again."

"Naturally, she would not dream. Because, she and Ding Dingding, nothing happened."

Sikong Fuling sneered, "Really?"

"Of course." Mo Lin glanced at Sikong Fuling with an icy expression.

Sikong Fuling stretched out his hand to hold the vine whip tightly, and everyone saw the drop of blood in her hand, climbing along the vine little by little, blood rippling.

The vine whip in Qiao Mu's hand was stretched straight, just like her heartstrings at this time, stretched straight and tight, as if it was about to trigger.

"Do you know Qiao Mu?"

"You hurt him miserably."

"I've never seen him so miserable! He is so playful and unruly. But he has never been a little fake to you." Sikong Fuling's eyes were red, and he couldn't get rid of it. Tears.

Recalling the scene she saw yesterday, her hand once again fiercely grasped the vine whip, as if it could hold the person Qiao Mu tightly and bring her back to see that person.

"Let go!" Qiao Mu was furious, and suddenly withdrew the cane whip in her hand, the power of the holy wood turned into starlight fragments~IndoMTL.com~ suddenly gathered in her hand.

"Girl, it's not right for you to do this!" The little girl who had scorned her before, hurriedly said, "How can you treat your eldest brother like this? Oh, you really... It’s an old man!"

What and what? ? Qiao Mu stared at the little girl who spoke furiously.

Student Moline followed a black thread and couldn't help but raise her eyes and stare at the little girl whose head was off the thread.

I was inexplicably said by this girl in three words, his good husband, actually reduced to a "new love"?

The girl didn't care about other people's stare at all, and ran to Sikong Fuling's side, holding her hand.

"Hey, you hurt so badly. This girl, I have medicine here. You can apply it first."

Sikong Fuling withdrew his hand and said nothing.

The little girl ignored Sagong Fuling and smeared her with hemostatic medicine.