My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker Chapter 5: Five hundred and sixty-eighth

At the same time, dozens of tiny little sea snakes emerged from the water.

More and more alien creatures, attracted by the fresh blood spreading around the Prophet, crowded around each other and rushed towards the Prophet.

The Prophet Tu made a low, dull hiss in the water in horror.

A pair of dim old eyes, with a little bit of hatred, looked up in the direction of the big ship.

I think she has forgotten the very noble Lord Prophet of Chuan Longshi, but how did she end up like this.

Qiao Mu didn't want to look anymore, closed the window with one hand, stood in silence for a while, turned around and ran to the bed with small steps.

As soon as she sat down, she heard the voice of a purple hammer and fat man cracking a gong outside the door, "You mean, the old woman who was covered in bandages just now was actually some prophet of the Long Family of Forgotten Chuan?"

There was a faint laughter beside him.

The fat guy laughed and said, "She can pinch so well, doesn't she count that she will die today?"

"Boom." Xiaomian sat paralyzed by the bed, raising his eyes to the hatch.

Outside the plain pane, you can see a few figures shaking.

"Little Joe, come out for breakfast."

Master Jojo is not very angry, "I have no appetite, I can't eat it."

"Don't." Dugu Ling Nao knocked on the door twice and said with a smile, "There are all kinds of snacks you like."

Don’t pretend, we all know your little broken habit, three meals a day, no less one!

Qiao Mu strained his small face, stretched out his hand to open the hatch, and glanced at the Dugu Ling who smiled brightly outside the door.

Her eyes fell on his face.

It seems to see this person sitting on Xiaoxiaozi with a smile and asking himself:

"You are young, don't you really want to die, do you?"

"People must have the will to survive before they can have a future and hope."

Small facial paralysis walked past him blankly.

Classmate Duguling touched his face subconsciously.

Hey, it’s weird, how can there be an illusion, just now when he looked at him with a paralyzed face, his eyes were long and far away, as if he was looking at himself through a layer of hazy gauze mist.

"Facial paralysis." Dugu Ling smiled and chased after him, "Would you like to eat shrimp dumplings? Do you like mung bean porridge or red bean porridge."

During breakfast, Xiao Mian was too lazy to speak, and she ignored whoever talked to her.

There was a low pressure on the deck...

The maids standing on one side were all trembling. Seeing her was like seeing some scourge, they were all very far away from her.

It seems that if you touch her, there will be a bad ending.

Qiaomu became more lazy to talk to everyone, and after eating, he made an excuse to sleep, and then slipped away.

Go back to the cabin and close the door.

Small face paralysis took out a token, took out a handful of thunder bombs, and placed them on the table neatly arranged one by one.

The little hand gently flicks them~IndoMTL.com~ to make them make a squeaky rolling sound.

……

"Your Majesty." Xiao Kezi hurried in.

At a glance, he saw his majesty standing at the table, holding a pen and writing something.

He is dressed in a royal blue robe, and his sleeves are dyed with a few bamboo sticks.

The green silk is scattered behind her, her thin lips pursed slightly and her eyes are focused on the book, standing like a pine like a cypress.

Really, the son is as refined as a mill, elegant and natural.

Xiao Kezi was most afraid that he would have left without a word. Now that he is still in the study, he can't help but feel relieved.

"You hand this letter to Qi Ba by yourself." Jue Yue said.

"Yes." Xiao Kezi hurriedly held the letter, nodding his head with a serious expression.