My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker Chapter 5: One hundred and sixty-seventh

The boat stopped on the shore, and everyone followed, stepping on the sandy beach with a thick layer of snow.

Qiao Mu put away Chi Xiao Canglang casually, and looked around.

It's an empty and deserted island. When I look at it, it's bald, and I can see the end at a glance.

The desert islands in this area are all connected to the Holy Land of Xueling, and they all have the same topography.

Because the temperature is too low, almost no grass grows on the island, and the surrounding area is white. When you step on it, the snow crunches.

The more you go to the center of the island, the heavier the snow.

Everyone followed the little girl, and gradually realized that the small facial paralysis was stepping on two rows of small footprints, as if they were walking very joyously.

This is too obvious.

Everyone's cultivation is without a trace.

This guy went down and deliberately left a small hole, trying to pull the calf out of the snow pit, sink it again, and pull it out again...

Young Master Ding couldn't help but smile, "Did you never play Snowman when you were a kid?"

Small face paralysis ignored him, and walked his own way, step by step.

The little hand lifted the skirt a few inches, stepped on a small footprint, and continued to move forward.

When I was young, Shimen covered snow all year round.

Murong Xun led her to walk on the snow peak, leaving two rows of footprints.

Small facial paralysis was chasing her footsteps behind her and stepped on.

Everyone saw that she was playing happily there alone, and they couldn't help but have a childlike innocence. They stepped along with her facial paralysis, and it didn't take long for her to step on a piece of white snow full of footprints.

"Twenty thousand people gather here, why are there no people?" Xiaomian paralyzed suddenly stopped, turned and asked.

Twenty thousand people are not in the minority, even if they are all masters with a cultivation base of above level 12 in the spirit realm, Taxue Wuhen is enough, but 20,000 people have gone through it, so it's impossible to leave a trace.

Young Master Ding smiled, stepping on the snow and walking slowly, "Come with me."

Small facial paralysis raised his feet, hesitated for less than a second, and then followed closely, and his small eyes glanced at Master Ding, "You... really lived here when you were a kid?"

"I never lied to you." Ding Yun turned his head and looked at her deeply.

Qiao Mu snorted, pulled up two calves, and took a heavy step forward, "You were so small at that time, how do you live on this kind of desert island."

"Have you eaten sea fish." Ding Gongzi turned his head and asked, "It is fishy and bland, and tasteless. I have eaten it for three years."

Qiao Mu looked at him suddenly, shivering in his heart.

This Ding Ziyan is really insane, so she suffers from the crime, so why bother to get her own son?

This woman~IndoMTL.com~ really never knows that she loves her son.

"I was four years old then."

"It's unpalatable." Ding Yun looked at her again and smiled evilly. "Ah, I didn't know until I was seven years old. It turns out that there are so many more delicious things in this world than sea fish. Too much."

Small facial paralysis stopped, "You? You live on this island."

"Almost." Ding Yun shrugged, "I don't remember clearly. The deserted islands here are all the same! There is snow everywhere, weeds are everywhere, and withered vines are everywhere."

"You..." Little facial paralysis seemed to want to say something, but he finally glanced at him and didn't say any more.

Peach Blossom Fairy and Prince Mo walked side by side, following them far behind.

Everyone is a master of cultivation, and there is a certain distance between them, but they can hear them very clearly.

"Do you want to ask me, do you hate Long Chuyu?"