My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker Chapter 5: Seventy-fourth

Sage Son Miyan coughed uncomfortably, and continued to eat with a bowl in silence, not ready to deal with the words of facial paralysis.

On the other hand, Mo Lin looked at Mi Yan meaningfully, and quickly picked up chopsticks and vegetables for the little wife, and laughed in a low voice, "Qiao Qiao, do you remember, Royal Academy Winter Forest Garden" Inside, you received one million soul coins from the Son, and rented him a room."

Mi Yan Shengzi twitched his mouth.

Qiao Mu silently lowered his eyes, and continued to pull the rice grains in the bowl, his small face held solemnly without any expression.

On the contrary, the two brothers and sisters of Long Wei and Long Xiangyun looked towards Mi Yan Shengzi with interest.

Listen to the tone of His Royal Highness?

Why, this sage child of Miyan was also cheated by the little girl?

Mi Yan Shengzi's expression is so weird, it seems to be a bit terrible.

Long Hui suddenly felt pity for Master Shengzi. He glanced at Shengzi regretfully and nodded at him.

Holy Son:...

Are you dumbfounded? Whether this Young Master Long is ill, he suddenly showed such a caring look at him, looking curiously.

"You gave him a vacant room with nothing. You can get one hundred thousand spirit coins for a bed, fifty thousand for a stool, twenty thousand for a teacup, don't you remember?" Hard, looked at the daughter-in-law with a serious face and asked.

Qiao Mu continued to pull the rice and looked up at him blankly, "What does this have to do with what you are going to say now?"

"Puff." Peach Blossom Immortal couldn't help laughing out loud, "Oh my Joe, don't talk about the contact, it's too big!"

"Since you rented the million-dollar soil embryo house to Miyan, Miyan has had a lingering fear. When I go back and forth, I have brought tables, chairs, benches, pots and pans with me! Living utensils are all available!"

"Puff."

"Cough cough cough."

"Ha..." A young man from the Feng clan was about to laugh, but was turned from the stern son of Miyan to... stared back.

Qiao Mu said "Oh" and stretched out his chopsticks to pick up some vegetables nearby.

"Old things, don't mention it." It's all old calendars. Why can't I turn the article out? Why come out and mention it again.

Not to mention that she forgot about it.

"Then you brought the bed?" She took two bites, then suddenly turned to ask Mi Yan.

Mi Yan:...

I really don’t want to talk to this guy, what should I do?

——The dividing line of Mr. Joe Qiao——

Ten days later in the evening.

Long Hui stood in front of the ship’s rail and pointed to the island road ahead, "Wandering on the sea for so long, I think everyone should be exhausted."

"Let’s land tonight~IndoMTL.com~to go to the fishing village in front to rest for one night."

"This place is only five days away from the outskirts of Iwangchuan."

Qing Hongse couldn't help frowning and interjecting, "What are you going to do in such a small broken village? It's better to hurry up and go to Wangchuan as soon as possible to rest."

Long Wei was stunned, then subconsciously turned his head to see the reaction of the facial paralysis, "What does the cousin think?"

"It's okay to take a break." Qiaomu nodded lightly.

She, Lian, Chen Miyan and the others have no problem. Anyway, after nightfall, as long as one person stays outside and guards, the others take turns into the star field to rest.

The others are very tired.

Especially the land duck of the Feng tribe. Originally, he was not used to long distances and bumps on the sea. Although the cultivation base is not weak, it is always tiring for so many days at sea.

Nowadays, the beautiful faces of Zhang Meimei look a little bit more delicious, and look a little bit pitiful.