My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker

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Maybe she never realized that step by step, step by step, one day, she would forget the patriarch of Chuanlong's clan, and she would enter into such a dilemma.

With no expression, Qiaomu moved his eyes to the dragon patriarch, and faintly fainted out of his voice, "I just want you to see for yourself, what kind of feeling is called deprivation."

[Don't you want to rob my body of thousands of years of pearls regardless of my wishes?

Don't you want to keep the ten thousand years as your own?

No matter how nice you say, it is also the six relatives who carelessly deal with me.

This is true for my mother, and so is it for me! Is it true that their mother and daughter owe a debt to Wang Chuanlong's **** and are born to return it? 】

"How is the feeling of deprivation?" Qiaomu glared coldly at the Long clan chief, and faded out of his voice.

The dragon patriarch's old wrinkled face was filled with resentment and distress for an instant.

"Arbor! You, you, this."

Long Yan was so angry that he couldn't speak, and even the three words "small animal" that he wanted to say got stuck in his throat because of the pain.

She hurts, it hurts!

This pain comes from the fear and despair deep down in the bone blood.

Soon, the turbulent anger that she had just accumulated was deeply suffocated by a deep fear.

Feel it, she ... really felt it!

Her water spirit, her nine-layer water, was being forcibly removed from her body by that terrible deprivation.

No, you can't, you can't do this!

She didn't even know what would happen to a super-soul meditator after losing the water spirit?

Will Xiuwei follow suit?

Or is it just a loss of water power? This power cannot be used in the future.

Or is it that after falling from the high-rise building to the end, there will be no repairs since then?

She doesn't know, I don't know, I don't know!

This unknown fear can not help but fall into a state of despair.

There was an inexplicable horror in the bottom of Long Yan's eyes, and he turned his head to look at the small facial paralysis and exclaimed, "Stop, stop! What do you want to do? Mu Qiao! Don't forget, I am still your grandmother."

After hearing the words, Qiao Mu could not help smirking, hanging at the entrance to the sea abyss, staring coldly at the roaring dragon patriarch.

This man is not only just for his own use, but also funny to death.

At this point, she still has a relationship with her face?

Why did you go early?

"You can't do this." Long Ling screamed and yelled and yelled at Qiao Mu over and over again, "Mu Qiao, I'm your maternal grandmother. You, you can't take away my water power, no, ah ... "

Qiao Mu did not give her the opportunity to continue nonsense.

The layer of deprivation that is now in her body is pouring in continuously, gradually filling the Dantian Star Field.

This power was so overbearing and powerful that it made her feel difficult to grasp for a while.

Now she can only get used to it slowly and use it more.

Long Yan screamed sternly.

Suddenly, her body fell down softly, and the heat from her face wrapped around her body, screaming with a burning excitement, slightly crooked her neck.

"Ancestral, grandmother." Long Xiangyun frightened and swam forward ten meters, reaching out to catch the crippled Long Ling.

However, Long Yan rushed forward first, raised his hand to support the pale-looking Dragon patriarch, and quickly asked, "Grandma, grandmother, what's wrong with you?"

(End of this chapter)