My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker

4618 FERNANDEZ, MARY GRACE

"Actually, the owner of the bow hall doesn't have to be so angry." Mu Qingya stroked the folds on the tulle outer shirt and behaved slowly and logically.

"If we can get her back smoothly during this trip, I will also be a good party for the owner of the bow hall."

Mu Qingya didn't need to look at the face under the bow pine wind mask to know that at this time, the bow church owner must have a very ugly face.

Just looking at the slightly white face of the dream vice host behind him, Mu Qingya couldn't help flashing a strange sense of excitement.

If she catches the small facial paralysis, and in front of them, ask someone to open her belly and take out the pearls ...

Isn't it interesting?

It's so lucky and so lucky!

What a 10,000-year-old pearl can be in her body.

They have fallen into a place like Xia Xingyu, how can they grow up so smoothly?

It shouldn't be ...

All her plans failed.

At the beginning of the Mu family in Shenzhou, Mu Qingya knew that at the first glance of small facial paralysis, her overall plan had been abolished nearly half.

She wanted to fight for herself and her daughter. It was a good chance to get it. If she couldn't, she should be doomed.

Thousands of years of beading can pull a dying baby from the death line at the same time.

For so many years, the physique of that facet paralysis has been changed subtly.

Yes, it must be.

If Wannian Zhuozhu is in her Cher, Cher can also become a strong person who leans on the sky and does not need to rely on anyone's breath to survive.

Opportunity, what she lacks is just an opportunity, but this opportunity will come soon.

Mu Qingya smiled and glanced at Fan Meng, "Dream Deputy Master, your face is very bad, but you are sick?"

"You ... what do you want to do to her?" Fan Meng seemed to see the little girl's sober eyes, watching her indifferently.

A sense of icy coldness struck my heart instantly.

When the little girl said that they lied to her, her eyes were so cold that she could almost break out the ice dumplings.

That kind of look, Fan Meng can not forget for a long time, inexplicably awakened from the dream several times.

It was as if the little girl's frosty paws were holding around her neck.

How will the little girl punish the liar?

"Fan Meng." The man in red turned to look at him, and frowned slightly.

Recently, all dreams and worries are a little bit embarrassing. They are always not in that state, and sometimes they are a little bit distracted.

Mu Qingya looked at Fan Meng with pity on her face and smiled with a pout. "If the deputy chief of the dream is unwell, he should stay in the cabin and take a good rest instead of walking around."

"As for ... how do I deal with that paralyzed face." Mu Qingya's eyes froze a little, "Isn't the master's paper clear and clear?"

"dead!"

Fan Meng's heart shook, and her slender body shook slightly.

Fan An quickly reached out and supported his arm, turned to look at Mu Qingya, and said coldly, "Only you?"

"What a big dream?" Fan said with a sneer and a sneer, "The shrimp soldiers and crabs you sent out couldn't help with facial paralysis."

"So stop delusional."

"Qi Tong Bow Hall Master, Mu Hall Master! Three-Eyed Harpy is back!"

(End of this chapter)