My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker Chapter 4: Seven hundred and twenty-fifth

Look at his left paw, isn't it just a little bruised? Pretend to be like something.

Qiao Mu quickly pulled his paws off, instructed him to hug himself to the table, then stood there and asked him to raise his paws, and smeared him with sanguinary ointment with a blank expression on his face.

"How did it hurt?"

Duanyue couldn't help but twitched the corner of his mouth, cursing shamelessly in his heart.

The injury of this guy, at first glance, is the result of a hard beating. Is this really an injury?

Sure enough to be shameless to fool Jojo, I'm still too pure!

"I was beaten by someone." Mo Lin winked at the dumbfounded Duanmu Qing people.

A group of people twitched their mouths and walked out. After a while, they shouted outside, "Jojo! It's time to eat!"

Master Qiaoqiao didn't know that this group of people was instigated by Uncle Mo to help.

Can't help but glared at him angrily and funny, "Put Joe Joe on the ground!"

"It's my adult." With a smile on his face, Prince Mo raised his hand to hug her to the ground, and walked out of the wooden shed following her pattering little short legs.

The heavy rain has closed, and the hillside at night is shining with stars, and the breath after the rain is very fresh.

Duanmuqing and his party used spiritual energy to dry the wet lawn around them and spread blankets on them.

A group of survivors, drinking and eating meat on the lawn, looking up at the starry sky, they also relieved a bit of the depression in their chests.

Sacred Child Miyan walked slowly to them, found a place to sit down silently, and was silent for a while before asking, "The people who attacked our destiny before are those who have contact with the saint?"

Moline nodded, "Do you want to know about the destiny?"

Mi Yan Shengzi was silent for a while, then nodded, "I want to know."

He already knows one thing clearly: Maybe the people in the temple really have something to do with the cult organization Tianyun.

"Maybe this trip to the secret realm is also not very safe, you can also have time if you want to retreat now." Said Miyan Shengzi.

"Are we like people who are afraid of things?" Duan Yue raised his hand to Shengzi and raised his glass, "And the life and death certificates are all signed, and now I say that I am afraid, is it too daunting."

"Okay, my son." The little fat man, who was a little drunk and slightly drunk, raised his hand on the shoulder of the son, and beat him twice, "I know you are not too bad at heart. Let me tell you, our team is the Lucky Stars team, where we can go all the way, and eventually we will make a lot of money..."

Qi Xuanxuan hurriedly rushed forward, pressed the little fat man's mouth, and smiled awkwardly at Shengzi, "He is drunk, hahaha!"

In front of the owner of the secret realm, he said that he would vacate the secret realm. What a shame...

Small facial paralysis held a cup of tea without expression, and sat upright beside the crowd, "How many people are drunk? Do you need to sober up?"

"More than half of the people should be drunk." Shengzi smiled, "If there is sober soup, give them two sips."

Small facial paralysis said without expression, "No need for sober soup."

She lifted her hand, and a half-stretched object was suddenly released from the talisman, and immediately rushed to the drunk-eyed fat man like a mad dog, opening her teeth and dancing claws.

Qiao Mu held a very thick chain expressionlessly, holding the goods firmly in his hands!

The little fat man was scared to pee and rolled to the ground.

A closer look, it was the eighteenth sister who had fought against Joe Qiao...

I feel broken!

(End of this chapter)