My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker

4921-Insect

"My son!" Several reclusive guards jumped in from the door, all of them pulling out their sabers in anger.

"Retreat!" The second son Qin snapped, and he couldn't stop spilling half of his blood.

His hand clenched her **** right hand tightly, and his heart shuddered slightly against the pair of beautiful eyes that were paralyzed on the upper face.

"Whether you believe it or not. I ... have never thought of it, it will hurt you."

"I've heard enough of this sentence!" Qiaomu stared at him coldly, with a look of ruthless contempt for the sky.

The little hand gently turned the ice cone, and the faceless face continued without expression, "If I let you die, would you like to die?"

"Well!" Princess Raksha kicked the door open, and then uttered a scream.

"You are all dead, can you save your master yet?"

Several cover guards felt very wronged.

They wanted to go, but a sharp sight of the owner prevented them all from coming forward.

"Go away." The second son of Qin gave a low whisper, holding his face in a small hand with blood dripping from his face.

A girl who followed Princess Rakshasa turned pale and hurried forward to salute, "Son, you are so hurt! If, if you do n’t treat him again ..."

"Get out of here!" The second son Qin sang and swept his sleeves, and an air current sent the girl, together with Princess Luocha, to Zhenfei.

"Oh!" Then, the hatch was swept up, and Princess Raksha and the girl, together with several hidden guards, were all blocked.

Princess Luocha sighed, turned her head to see the girl's tears, and sighed, "Xiao Ran."

She raised her hand and patted Zhao Qiran's shoulder. "I can understand your mood."

"Well. This is what you can't hope for." Princess Luocha sighed with a sigh of relief, "my little enemy ..."

Princess Luocha thought of the man she could not help but sighed again.

Several cover guards could not help but snorted together.

Princess Raksha, can you generalize with the dyeing girl in the biennium?

When you run after the young and beautiful Ding Jiaozhu, we only feel hot eyes and cut it!

"Emotions, things may not be as good as everyone wants." Princess Luocha reassured Zhao Qiran with a tone of passing people, and patted her on the shoulder. "Okay, you go Please come here. My son seems to need first aid. "

...

"Snapped--"

"Crack!"

A group of Tianyun disciples, eyes and noses and hearts, with a cold sweat, did not dare to look directly at the fat man who was tied to the mast and was being whipped.

With every whip, the fat man's fat could not help flickering a little.

A big-faced plate, at this time no longer a kind smile, full of twists and annoyances.

Grandson Qin was sitting opposite him, folded his slender legs, holding a cup of hot tea, drinking slowly.

His gaze inadvertently glanced at the fat man, and a ridiculous smile arose at the corner of his mouth, "Do you still think you are right?"

"Everything he does is for his son and son!"

"Slap!" A heavy whip made his voice stop suddenly, so painful his face couldn't help twitching.

Qin Xuan threw the tea cup heavily at the feet of the old manager and sneered, "For my son? Did my son ask you to take the person in the camp as an experiment?"

(End of this chapter)