"You don't say that this prince has forgotten that this is the Fantasy Forest, so what identity do you use to talk to this prince?"

No matter how long it has been, the other party is so virtuous, and this is not her territory, and it is really hateful to make a fuss at every turn.

"Xilang, the prince of Pingxi, in Xiaxi, I hope the four princes will forgive me when we meet for the first time."

Compared with his identity, Dongfang Muran, the prince of the genuine royal family, is indeed higher than him, a nobleman, even if he meets, he must first salute and say hello to the other party.

"Oh, it turned out to be the prince of Pingxi, but unfortunately I haven't heard of it, and my prince's brother hasn't told me about this kind of thing.

It's you, Ouyang Yuhua, you can stare at them again......"

I've been staring at Liyan since just now, and after watching Liyan, I looked at his third brother, thinking what were the two of them and exhibits?

Ouyang Yuhua hurriedly withdrew her gaze, she was indeed too fascinated by the man.

Unlike the hot and sunny Dongfang Muran, who thought it was cold and elegant, like a god who was on the top of a snow-capped mountain, his eyes were empty, as if nothing in the world could enter his eyes......

No, there is a strangeness in his eyes!

Ouyang Yuhua was not stupid, and she could still see the tenderness when the other party looked at Mo Li, even if she was envious and jealous of that soft gaze.

Why can an inferior person shuttle back and forth between such an excellent person, first the third prince, then the fourth prince, and now there is a handsome man who is like the Nine Heavens Immortal Eye, how can she not be jealous or resentful.

"Hmph, I'm afraid the fourth prince has forgotten, this girl is a descendant of the Night King's Mansion, how could she appear here?

Could it be that the descendants of the third prince are so watery Yang Hua, and the fourth prince, shouldn't you take care of it? ”

Skittish?

Are you talking about her?

Li Yan innocently looked up at Dongfang Yunye, and his eyes seemed to be saying, are you talking about my water-based poplar?

The latter's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and then he reached out to hold the face in front of him, pinching the skin that could be broken by the blow, and the eyes that were as mesmerizing as the stars, his mood suddenly improved.

How could his bereaved child be so understanding, kind and cute.

"Mu Ran, tear that mouth apart."

Dongfang Muran, who was not far away, shrugged his shoulders and looked at Ouyang Yuhua.

"You heard it, my third brother asked the prince to tear your mouth."

The third brother of the fourth prince?!

Just now the fourth prince called him the third brother, and that person was actually the brother of the fourth prince, so ......

"Three-three...... Three, the three princes, the three princes of Dongzhao! ”

The three princes of His Royal Highness the Killing God of Megatron are actually him!

Legend has it that the three princes of Dongzhao Kingdom Dongfang Yunye are handsome and unparalleled, amazing and gorgeous, legend has it that the three princes of Dongzhao kill people without blinking, devour blood ruthlessly, legend has it that the three princes of Dongzhao Kingdom have no one in their eyes, and their cultivation is extraordinary and is known as His Royal Highness the God of Killing, and legend has it that the three princes rarely show up, and ninety percent of the people who have seen him are dead......

Now look at the handsome and unparalleled person in front of him, they are cold from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads, the legendary three princes of Dongzhao are actually in front of them, who will tell them that this is not true, they are still provoking him, is this really not death?

Shocked, Dongfang Muran had already made a move, and the slap was very loud, and Ouyang Yuhua was directly knocked out with a single slap.

“……”

There was silence.

I was dumbfounded, I didn't expect Dongfang Muran to really make a move, this is a woman, is this really good?

It seemed that Dongfang Muran only gave a cold glance back when he received the eyes of the departing from the dead, and for some reason he always felt that he didn't know when he started to change.