Qiao Mu's meal made his belly a little round.

Gently patted his little belly, reached out and hugged a plate of oranges handed by the prince, and Qiao lowered his head and ate two slices silently.

She held the plate and didn't let go, although she was a little overwhelmed, but she ended up eating two more slices.

Mo Lian packed everything and came over, and saw the little guy holding a plate of oranges and nibbling on it, and the little appearance was really cute.

He walked up to her and took her little hand, as if he had been scratched by a kitten's paw, and a smile appeared on his lips, "Let's go." Just go out and eat less. ”

"Where are you going?"

"Go to your master and say something, and let's go to Qixia Valley together. ”

Arbor:......

"When you arrived at the adventurer's base, you didn't go to the stack, where did you go?" the prince squeezed the little guy's palm.

"We ......"

"Childe. As soon as the two of them opened the door and walked out, the old shopkeeper who had been waiting for a long time jumped in front of the prince with a bang.

"The tent is coming back?" Mo Lian glanced at Han Quan lightly.

The old shopkeeper nodded like pounding garlic.

Childe has sent Lord Darkflower to follow, can you come back? Besides, those people from Vientiane Gate, after finding out that their young lady Ning Bifan was also dead, where did they dare to stay, and quickly dispersed as birds and beasts!

"Well, be clever in the future, don't be so easy to talk. The prince taught, and then waved his sleeves to let Lao Han leave.

The old shopkeeper wiped the sweat on his head, and couldn't help but smile bitterly when he left: God, in this current market, collecting two bags of beans is not enough to make up for a wall, how dark is Childe's experience.

No, the little girl's heart is even darker, if it weren't for the little girl's complaint, how could the son send someone to ask for the account back......

After Lao Han returned to the Chaohui Pavilion, he hurriedly called all his subordinates to an emergency meeting, and warned them in a face-to-face manner: Don't offend the little girl of the son's family! Because the consequences will be much more serious than offending his own son!

"What is that Wanmen?...... she really has to die?" The little girl gently tugged the prince's hand and asked the young man with her eyes.

"Of course. Mo Lian nodded knowingly. How can the little girl who is so desperately clamoring to kill him be allowed to live?

"Then why are you gouging out her eyes?" the little guy turned his head and asked whatever came to mind.

"Because she was always staring at me, and she was impatient to show her. ”

"That's because you're good-looking, and it's no wonder that people are staring. The little girl said with a serious face, her little face was paralyzed and cute, which was really interesting.

Huifeng, who silently followed behind the two of them, couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth when he heard the words.

I always feel that when the prince and the little girl are chatting together, the painting style is very strange......

Mo Lian couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Who is good-looking, me or Broken Moon?"

"You. The little girl said without hesitation, and then another sentence came, "Actually, the broken moon is not bad." ”

Hui Feng almost laughed, and secretly glanced at the prince, and sure enough, he saw that his uncle's handsome face was smeared with a layer of black, poof......

The little girl said that the broken moon is not bad, poking the prince's big heart!

"Don't worry, he must be crippled and ugly by now. The prince held the little girl's hand tightly and poked the knife at his opponent.

"Who?"

"Broken Moon. ”

"That's pathetic. The little girl pursed her lips.

Hui Feng felt that he was about to die, he was about to laugh and go back to his breath, how could the conversation between these two people be so strange and gimmicky.

At this time, Ning Guilai, the master of Vientiane Gate, also learned of the death of his beloved daughter Ning Bifan.