My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker Chapter 5: One thousand two hundred and seventy-nine

The last thing he heard clearly was like the crisp sound of his own neck bone breaking.

Then?

There is no more then.

The second son let go of his five fingers and glanced at his white jade fingers.

The dull sound of Qin'ao's corpse fell to his ears.

The second son never even glanced at this second uncle, as if he had just asked for it, not his blood relative, the life of the second uncle.

It's just an insignificant ant on the street.

The fat man holding the purple and gold hammer grinned at the back of his head, bowed and bowed to the second son, then beckoned and ordered Qinao's body to be dragged out.

As for how to deal with it, you have your own staff to handle it.

This Qinao is supported by its ancestors on weekdays. It is really uncomfortable to jump up and down.

When he died, he should be able to understand a truth.

No matter who is following it, it is useless. He is a weak chicken and will be crushed wherever he goes.

What a sad man.

……

Second Young Master Qin retracted the disturbing thoughts, his eyes fell on the face of the paralyzed face, and raised his hand to support her to sit up.

On the palm of his left hand, a sapling with a stubborn head and drooping head was seen. With an incredible degree of bending, the branches twisted and stretched towards the facial paralysis.

Qin Xin raised his hand slightly, and let the crooked and ugly sapling jump onto the tree.

Qiao Mu was a little surprised and glanced at Qin Xin.

She did not expect that Qin Xin would actually hand over the last piece of the tree seed from the little tree to herself.

This fragment of tree species was fed blood before forcibly to produce a semi-finished sacred fruit.

The injury was very serious at this time.

It is best to immediately collect it into the star field and hand it over to the small tree body for warming.

It's just...this Hui Qin Er sitting here is naturally not suitable for this.

Qiao Mu frowned, thinking in his heart that the **** Long Yun just now has seen that she has not been Feng Zhiyuan, and I don't know if she will tell Qin Xin about this.

It doesn't matter, it's a step to take one step now.

Qiao Mu stared at him, his fingers moved slightly, and he was relieved.

It seems that Long Yun's special ability poison can only make her body weak for a while, and can't lock her mobility for a long time.

It's okay, it's okay, otherwise it's really what the villain said.

Master Qiaoqiao used a little force and adjusted his body slightly.

At the same time, the sapling sapling had already jumped to Joe's back shoulder.

From the back of her neck very humanely, half a seedling poked out, and gave a sneaky glance at the second son of Qin.

Qin Xin glanced lightly.

The sapling was immediately intimidated, and with a swish, he hid among the arbor and waterfall-like black silk, wishing to immediately merge with the main silver.

The ball pitifully wiped tears in the star field, "Lord Silver, our Xiao Qi is too pitiful. Or, you can put it in the talisman first."

Qiao Mu struggled to raise one of his left hands, straighten his body, and asked blankly, "You tell me what you want to do."

"Want to cooperate with you."

"Don't you hate luck. By coincidence, I am actually tired of this organization. I can work with you to help you destroy it completely. But you..."

Qin Xin held her hand suddenly, "Promise me, let us go back to the past, OK."

Qiao Mu looked at him in amazement.

Is this person devilish?