He stretched out a hand, touched the top of his bare head, and said, "Fountain of Life, it should be able to regrow my hair." ”

Xuanyuan Yu: "......"

"Oh, it's sad." Xuanyuan sighed lightly and said, "After the age of thirty, the goddess of hair roots completely abandoned me. ”

Xuanyuan Yu: "......"

This old man, it's so unreliable!!

He was able to sell his son without hesitation for the fountain of life and throw him into the tiger wolf's den.

Xuanyuan Yu suddenly understood why he was killed by the old man, and the black pearl sealed by the demon was placed in his eyes.

The world can't stop Xuanyuan from returning to the pit son!

In view of the huge pit behavior of a certain emperor, the next day, in the luxurious hall of the elf queen, such a comical scene will be staged.

Except for Xuanyuan Yu and Xuanyuan Ze, the remaining eleven princes of the Jialan Empire stood in a straight row, at their disposal.

Xuanyuan Ze was still on the road from Xijiu Kingdom to the imperial capital, and his absence was reasonable. And Xuanyuan Yu and Ling Luo, who were in charge of receiving the elf queen with full powers, stood aside and watched the play.

Yes, go to the theater.

The faces of the eleven princes were all very bad.

There were eleven reluctances in their hearts, and they stared at the little girl in front of them, who looked to be only thirteen or fourteen years old.

The guardian priest of the elven clan is beautiful, but it looks too small and has not yet developed well.

Mi Xia'er stood in front of the eleven princes, tilting her head slightly, her cheeks puffed up slightly, and her light green eyes roamed over their bodies.

"Sha'er, which prince do you like?" Feng Ranxue asked with a smile.

Mi Xiao'er frowned slightly and shook her head gently.

The faces of the eleven princes, the expressions of bitterness and hatred, suddenly relaxed, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

That's great!

It's just amazing!

Don't fall in love with them, don't!

Feng Ranxue continued to ask good-naturedly: "If you don't get along with a few princes for a while, your good feelings will gradually come out." ”

"I have a crush on him!"

Mi Xia'er stretched out a finger and pointed in the direction of the extreme right.

The Tiger Body of the Eighth Emperor Standing on the far right was shocked, a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his eyes were crossed with extreme fear, and he couldn't help but take a step back.

"Don't ......" The Eighth Prince's lips lost their blood, his handsome face was extremely pale, and his voice was weak.

With a sweet smile on her face, Mi Xia'er headed in the direction of the extreme right.

The eighth prince retreated again and again, with a ghostly expression, begging for mercy again and again, and said: "Your Royal Highness, the guardian priest of the elf clan, please let me go, I have been married four years ago, and the princess is still four months pregnant, I ......"

Who knew that Mi Xia'er didn't even look at the Eighth Prince, and directly bypassed him, headed in the direction of the right, and finally stood still in front of Ling Luo.

"I like you, I like it very much!"

Ling Luo was stunned.

Xuanyuan Yu's face changed suddenly, and an extremely terrifying look crossed his eyes like black holes.

He stretched out his arms, firmly wrapped his arms around Luo'er's shoulders, stared at Mi Xia'er coldly, and said, "Don't even think about it." ”

Mi Xia'er flattened her mouth a little aggrieved, and said, "But I just like him, I want to marry him." ”

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand, put it on Ling Luo's shoulder, and gently stroked the pure white who was lying down obediently.