My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker!

There was a poisonous light in the eyes of the Eastern imperial master, and he rushed towards the southern imperial master.

Will he give them a chance to ask for help?

Stop kidding!

These people all deserve to die. They should all die for his beloved wife!

Isn't it love to fight for love to rob? Don't you like to plunder treasures?

Then let them accompany his poor wife and stay in the holy palace forever and ever. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

The Eastern imperial master was manic and laughing. He died on the southern imperial master and the western imperial master. Their bodies suddenly spread out, making them panic, open their eyes and tremble.

The crazy man, the Eastern imperial master, actually played suicide in such a confined space??

Oh why!

"Boom!"

The turbulence of the air flow was so great that it lifted all the nearby practitioners out.

The small face falls down subconsciously to jump on the husband body.

Mo Lian is merciless to throw out his son, hurriedly reached out to embrace her.

The latter face speechless, with received a piece of hot potato like, bowed his head with this doll big eyes stare down.

The little guy suddenly had a big disaster. His father only thought about his mother and didn't mix the sense of grievance in his eyes.

Small mouth Zhang, Wei grievance has a kind of impulse to cry.

The peach blossom god Buddha is funny and angry. He patted the little glutinous rice ball and shouted back to ink lotus, "you are sick."

Lord JOJO put out his hand and beat him. "What are you doing with your son?"

Mo Lian is a bit embarrassed.

Isn't that a reflex? Seeing his daughter-in-law jump over, he reaches out his hand to hug his daughter-in-law. Anything else can be thrown.

The Little Regiment sobbed, and poor Baba went to hide in his peach blossom arms and pointed the back of his head at his father.

Lord Joe is a bit embarrassed, too.

Peach blossom god Buddha was upset when he saw them. He took a picture of Mo Baobao and soothed him in a low voice. "I'm not angry. Let's not play with your father and mother."

After a wave of turbulence, the tree coughed and waved the dust.

The sand and stones from all directions have been buried above the knees of all the people.

Then they floated up one after another, waving the sand in front of them and looking at it.

I can only see that many practitioners of holy regions were left dying around, probably affected by the power of self explosion, and some people have fainted.

The spreading floating sand soon covered them with a thin layer.

If it goes on like this, it must be buried alive.

"Help." At the command of Qiao Qiao, Feng Changqing and others moved together.

In groups of three, two and one, the people buried in the dust were carried out and thrown aside.

Soon, all the people in Shengyu woke up and thanked each other.

It's so hard to experience this holy palace.

Many people not only get nothing, but also almost die.

The Eastern imperial master blew himself up. He took the southern imperial master and the western imperial master as a cushion. The bodies of the three were completely buried in the sand.

Although the northern imperial master was close, he was not oppressed by the Eastern imperial master.

So I picked up a small life, but my left hand was abandoned.