My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker Chapter 2: four hundred and eighty-ninth

Chapter 1053 2.489 Nightmare Magic Flute (monthly ticket plus more)

The sky is already bright, and a faint morning glow smudges a circle of dim light, and it falls on the window of the small courtyard.

Wrapped myself into a small cocoon-like arbor, hooded his head and shrank under the bed, turning over restlessly, a little sweat leaking out of his forehead.

The nightmare is like a giant beast, wantonly taking her apart and swallowing her, making her restless all night, and she has been dreaming all kinds of messy dreams.

She suddenly opened her eyes and let out a sigh of relief with sweat.

When I was struggling to get up, I suddenly found that my hands and feet seemed to be useless, completely unable to move.

How could this be? She moved her body in shock.

Something's wrong!

The hands and feet are completely gone!

She lay there stiffly, staring at the tent on her head and wondering what's going on.

Suddenly hearing the sound of footsteps, a plain and slender figure turned in front of her, with dark eyes with a ray of dark green light, looking directly at her.

The cold sweat on Qiao Mu's forehead dripped down.

Why is Qin Xin here? Why is Qin Xin here? ?

The second son reached out and took the blue and white porcelain bowl from the maidservant, sat down beside her, looked at her with a smile, and said, "My son's little slave girl, have been hungry these few days, have you ever wanted to understand?"

Qiaomu calmed down in an instant.

Dreaming!

She is dreaming!

I haven't gotten out of the dream yet!

In this life, she is no longer the little slave that he can squeeze over and over again!

Why dreams that I haven't recalled for a long time come to her eyes so clearly, she shouldn't think about it, ah! !

"Why don't you speak?" Second Master Qin's voice was obviously lowered.

After being raised by her for the past two years, she already knew very well that this was a sign before the son became angry.

"Dang Cang!" There was a sudden sound of a porcelain spoon touching a porcelain bowl.

The handsome young man suddenly leaned down, stretched out two fingers, and tightly pinched her thin jaw, "Really stubborn? Do you think I really dare not kill you?"

"You kill!"

"Pong!" The porcelain bowl was smashed to the ground by the young man, broken into pieces, the green under his eyes became thicker, and the words he said were cold and merciless, "I don't know what is good or bad! Just let you feel it. Now, what it's like to die from hunger!"

He got up and walked away, only to see his cold and merciless back disappearing into his eyes.

Qiao Mumu was dumbfounded, only feeling cold in his head.

What's the situation? Why is she so clear-headed, but as if possessed in a previous life, she spit out a dry and dumb voice different from her own.

Dreaming She is dreaming! Don't panic, don't panic, she must work hard to wake up!

But for Mao, she feels a bit of horror?

You won’t be able to wake up, will you? I won’t want her to experience the terrible past life again...

Qiao Mu's entire face is wrinkled together~IndoMTL.com~ The whole person is moving uncomfortably on the bed.

Molin...Molin, where are you, woomomolin! ! Mo Lin...

The black ruler in Zhiyuan suddenly jumped out on its own.

Under the faint sunlight, Mo Lin's slender moon-white phantom emerged, reaching out to the window to grab it.

At this moment, the door of the wing room was suddenly kicked open. Zheng Liu's slender figure appeared at the door, and the sword in his hand took the black figure in the corner of the room, "Who are you?"

The flute holder gestured slightly, and the sound of the magic flute disappeared.

See you tomorrow

(End of this chapter)