Princess And Her Ancient Vine
Little girl, Come on...

Plaaq!!

Xuan Jiliu slapped Qingyue's time hard. A five-finger mark suddenly appeared on Qingyue's face.

“What will the king do, when is your turn to put your beak! Go, don't let this king see you again!” After Xuan Jiliu said, he stepped away, without even looking at Yue, as if he did not exist at all. Come and grab Qingyue's.

"Ah ah ah ah, Murong Yan, I will kill you!..." After Xuan Jiliu left, Qingyue shouted loudly.

As soon as he roared, Liu Yun appeared silently in white clothes, he looked at Qingyue coldly and asked, "Who are you going to kill?"

"I ..." Just when Qingyue was about to speak, Liu Yun suddenly raised his hand and waved the sleeve of his robe into the air.Qingyue's body flew high into the sky like a broken kite.

"You, who are you?" Little friend Qingyue asked in astonishment, and Qingyue's body flew into the sky under their gaze.

Hmm, is this flying?

If the people in front of them were enemies, would they still have a chance of winning?

“Do not worry! His Highness Chen asked me to send this girl out!” Liu Yun smiled, his face soft and harmless, “This is faster!”

The little friends were relieved now, it turned out that it was the one who was arranged by king Chen, then Qingyue would be fine!

Everyone unanimously ignored Qingyue's screams from afar.

Liu Yun looked at the expressions of everyone in his eyes, smiled contemptuously, and turned around.

A group of shy boys, dare to give eye drops to their master? !

He did send that stupid woman just now, but.. breaking a leg shouldn't be a big deal?

Here, Murong Yan discovered that something was amiss after a while after he left.

Does he always feel a little fluffy because of Mao? But the power of the soul was unleashed, but there was nothing.

Could it be his illusion? Murongyan looked back again, but there was still nothing.

“Small girl, what do you see?” At this moment, a low voice suddenly sounded in Murongyan's ears.

Murong Yan turned his head back suddenly, facing a pair of pitch-black eyes.

Xuanjiu...

How could he be here!

"Not happy to see this king?” Xuan Jiliu asked Murongyan's expression in his eyes and asked coldly.

"No, no ..." Murong Yan stepped back, his heart collapsing.

To Mao! To Mao! How could he find it in such a vast mountain range!

Not like that when it opened, right? How poor Murongyan knew that this was just a coincidence...

“You, what do you want?” The last time we met, Murongyan finally escaped. This time, he won't catch her back, will he?

Murong Yan looked at Xuan Jiliu carefully, but unfortunately he could not see the hint on his face!

Murong Yan became even more anxious. This person was silent, what did he want to do? Are you gonna hit his ass?

I heard that some people like to teach disobedient kids to just attack his ass. He doesn't have this hobby, does he? Please let me go first...

“Why are you shaking? Is it cold?” Xuan Jiliu narrowed his black eyes, removed the robe from his body and put it on Murong Yan.

"No, it's not cold ..." Murong Yan shuddered even harder.

Nothing shows your modesty, You can steal if you do, nothing? This guy was nothing like this before!

“Gadia is small, do you have anything to say to the king? Huh?” Xuan Jiliu grabbed Murongyan's hand and asked while fiddling.

Well, the tone finally returned to as cold as before. Why is he relieved? Sure enough, did he have a bad physique? I really want to cry without tears.

“I heard you have a child?” As soon as Xuan Jiliu's voice fell, Murong Yan could not help but laugh wildly.

Son, child?

Does he know me right?

My body is only fifteen years old, so where was that child born! I was a kid!

“Your Highness, You, where did you hear it from?”

Murong Yan could not help but ask, after finally stopping his laughter, who is so evil! Even such a lie is fabricated!

"Qingyue ..." Xuan Jiliu let out a name coldly.

Murong Yan froze. It was that little bitch! I know that he is still complaining, he should have beaten her with a half-body failure by now!

However, he said that the boy?

"Xiaojin, out!"

A white light flashed, and a small child wearing a red belt appeared in front of the two of them, there was a golden lightning mark on his forehead.

“This is your son?” Xuan Jiliu asked, looking at the lightning mark on the boy's head.

Engaged!

Murong Yan fell to the ground!

You are good at doing it! There is a limit to acting stupid! Don't think he didn't know that he was deliberately watching his jokes! What boy! He couldn't believe that he didn't see that he wasn't human!

"His name is Xiaojin, son of Thunder..." Wait, shouldn't you be right to say that? Xiaojin was conceived in Lei Chi, he was supposed to be Lei's son, right?

"Thunder Son?" Xuan Jiliu repeated without a sound. He suddenly hooked his long arm and hooked Murongyan into his arms, and said into his ear, "Why don't we have a son?"

“Ap, what?”Murong's tongue knotted, he heard it right? No, he must have heard wrong! She must have heard nothing about giving birth!

He's still a kid, what an unlucky kid! No, no. This is not the point! Who wants to have children with him!

"Looks like the little girl agreed, so fine. And this King remembered that the last time someone said that they were all grown up, and they did not need to take responsibility. As a result, this king even saved the bride. Price... um, this plan is very good, very good!"

Xuan Jiliu did not seem to see Murongyan's pale face, and said to himself.

"Um, Your Honor ..." Murong Yan looked pale at Xuan Jiliu, whose thin lips continued to close.

It is a fact that the current world report is coming soon. Is it too late to deny it now?

By the way, His Highness Chen Wang is a celebrity! Is it good for you to be so shameless? How much does a small dowry cost! You are very choosy...

No, this is not the point!

Murongyan felt a little unloved, what's with him lately? What's wrong with thinking always wrong? Is that the key point now?

The point is she can't give birth to a child! ! !

"Well, it doesn't seem like a rush to have a baby... Can we continue the last time?"

Last time?

Last time...

In a short memory...

Can he choose for amnesia...

“What keeps girls waiting? Comeing! Throw yourself at me!” Xuan Jiliu opened his hands and raised his head slightly, looking like he was waiting for luck.