My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker Chapter 2: The six hundred and seventy-third

Chapter 1237 2.673 Not admitting to death

"Sikong Fuling." Qiao Mu's voice suddenly floated into her ears through the wooden prison door.

At first, she thought of hearing hallucinations by herself, but as a result...

She turned her face to meet her gaze, and couldn't help but rushed over. Just grabbing the two wooden pillars, she was shrunk by a flash of thunder and screamed, "It's really you! Facial paralysis face! Facial paralysis face! Quickly let me out! Let me out!"

Small face paralysis was separated by a row of cells, looking at someone who was jumping in anger, turned his head and glanced at the prince who was slowly pacing, "Let her go."

"Release people." The prince gave an order. When two young men in black ran over, they walked neatly to the side of the stone wall and pressed the mechanism.

The cell door in front of Sikong Fuling snapped open.

She hurriedly flew out from inside with a cat waist, and stood in front of Qiao Mu and Mo Lin.

"Everyone said that I didn't scratch my face! Are you sick? You kept me in the dungeon for so many days, fucking..." A black robe was thrown into Sikong by His Royal Highness. Poria's face.

"It's so ugly, put on your clothes! It's ugly like you, it's useless to show anything." The prince took up Qiaomu's little hand angrily, turned and walked out, "Jojo, I didn't look at her. , Ugly."

Qiao Mu twitched his mouth slightly, and suddenly felt a little sympathy for Sikong Poria.

She was also very unlucky, and she didn't know if she had no eyes when she was walking, so she ran into such a wayward and unreasonable guy like the prince.

Sikong Fuling scolded the eighteenth generation of Mo family ancestor many times, and roared behind the two of them, "Return my flute to me."

What happened to these fierce gods was really bad for her for eight lifetimes!

The nightmare magic flute "Shuiyan" flew across the sky, and fell on Sikong Fuling's open little white hand with a slam.

I'm so angry!

"Facial paralysis face, hello, facial paralysis!" Sikong Fuling wrapped in that black robe, several ups and downs jumped in front of Qiao Mu to block her way, "Facial paralysis, I ask you, after separating from you that time, what are you doing? Where did you go."

"Are you familiar with you, I ask questions." Qiao Mu glanced at her, his expression indifferent.

Sikong Fuling was startled, and said, "You ruthless face with facial paralysis. Anyway, we have also eaten game and nibbled dry food together, and stayed overnight!"

Fortunately, she was also worried about what would happen if she wandered around blindly in the forest.

Sikong Fuling thought of something, suddenly stretched out his hand and waved in front of her, "Eyes? I can see it."

Qiao Mu's face was stretched and expressionless, but his heart couldn't help but move slightly.

Could it be...

In the days when she was possessed as a death talisman, did she ever meet Sikong Fuling?

"What eyes? What's wrong with the eyes~IndoMTL.com~Mo Lin heard a few clues, stretched out Xiao Qiao's little hand, and looked at her suspiciously.

When he caught this little guy, Qiao Mu had actually recovered half of his five sleeps.

"I don't know what she's talking about." Qiao Mu strained her little face with a serious face.

It's completely invisible to the small expression of her collapse under her face.

Just kidding, she won't tell anyone that she has lost five senses, like a fool!

"Don't you remember?"

"You don't remember." Qiao Mu waved a small hand at her, "Let you leave and leave as soon as possible. If you don't want to leave, just go in and stay for a while!"

Sikong Fuling wanted to shoot this facial paralysis to death!

"I'm hungry! I have been detained for so long, don't you give me food?"

(End of this chapter)