My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker Chapter 4: One thousand four hundred and thirty-three

　　 Moline, Broken Moon and the others outside are all urging sadly.

　　 did not wait for their Joe to come, but waited for a bunch of inexplicable thunder and fire.

　　 These thunder fires are not long-eyed, they smashed directly at them, treating them like Gu Yixuan, Lin Zhen'er and others, just like they are treated...

　　 At the same time, the surrounding bushes suddenly rustled.

　　 suddenly, a bunch of knives and swords came out from all directions, and they were screaming strangers.

　　 led an old man. Seeing Mo Lin and so many people around here, he was deliberately disturbing the saint woman's practice, and his eyes were red in an instant.

　　 "You young boys!" When the Feng Clan worshipped raised his hand, pointed at Mu Xingchen and others, he scolded, "All around me! A crowd of young boys, how dare you disturb our sage? Women are promoted, regardless of whether they are killed."

　　Hello, this uncle, what's your situation?

　　 suddenly got out of the grass nest, can't help but say that they should be operated on?

Who is the saint? Tell me clearly, hello.

　　Mo Lin and the others looked at each other. Who is this group of people who popped out suddenly?

　　 why did they surround them inexplicably?

　　 I have to kill and chop drops at every turn, I'm afraid it's not a sick person.

　　 "The old man, you have something to say!" Duan Yue glanced at the beard and staring Feng Clan worship, inexplicably feel that there are a bunch of people in front of him, it seems that maybe maybe... it might have something to do with Qiao Qiao. ?

　　 He squinted at Moline.

　　 Prince Mo looked inexplicable, and directly replied to Duan Yue, "I don't know."

　　 What saint is not a saint, where does he know?

　　 When mentioning the saint again, Prince Mo, like Joe Qiao, thought of the annoying Sun Moon Temple saint Nie Yaoguang.

　　 Nie Yaoguang killed him on Du Chunjiang, and then he ran away after hearing the wind. He has not been able to catch her, and I don't know if she has retracted into the lair of the fortune of heaven. The thought makes people feel suffocated.

　　 In that room, as soon as the Feng Clan's Great Envoy raised his hand, he ordered Feng Changqing to lead the people to surround Mo Lin, Broken Moon, Mu Xingchen and others.

　　 More than two thousand strong gods came out, all of them look dumbfounded, okay?

　　 What the **** is this?

　　They came to Fengmulin to experience, how come they met such a group of people who couldn't help but say that they would cut someone if they caught it?

　　 As the saying goes, ants often kill elephants.

　　 With so many powerhouses in the **** realm, even Mo Lin and Duan Yue felt a bit of a headache, not to mention the two leading devotees and the young man, at first glance, they are still super **** realm cultivation.

　　 Hard resistance is a bit tired...

　　 There is no need to erect so many powerful enemies inexplicably?

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　　 Besides, Mo Lin and the others are completely confused now, and they don't know why the other party has surrounded so many people with so many people.

　　 Mu Xingchen stepped forward and quickly said, "Everyone, if you have something to say, I wonder if you are?"

　　 "You don't care who we are!" The old worshipper scolded with a beard, "As long as you know that you guys offend our saints, you must pay a price!"

　　 Lin Zhener struck a sword in the shoulder, but she hadn't fully recovered. At this time, she swayed forward, her face showing a little pale.

　　"Master, you have to be reasonable too, don't you?" Lin Zhener endured the pain and said, "We don't even know who your saint is."

　　"How could it bother her...promotion?" When she said the word "promotion," she suddenly had an inspiration.