"Ahem...... It hurts me to death. The girl in pink covered her body, glanced at the horse next to her, and saw that the horse was dead, and immediately shouted angrily regardless of the pain: "Who hurt my horse?" ”

"Miss, you don't care about the horse, it's not hurt there." The little girl was so anxious that she was about to cry.

"This palace is a bloody horse." The woman in pink glared angrily, the little girl turned her head and glanced around, her eyes fell on Long Yi: "Did you kick my horse to death?" ”

Long Yi clasped his hands to his chest: "Girl, this horse has a short temper, in order to prevent riots, death is the quickest solution." ”

"What a bold man, he kicked the sweaty BMW of the palace to death, and he said it magnificently." The woman in pink was annoyed.

This sweat and blood BMW is extremely precious, she has loved it for a long time, but now she has been kicked to death, how can she not be angry, not to mention that this sweat and blood BMW was personally rewarded by her father to Murong Shizi.

She just secretly brought her to ride today, and now that the sweaty BMW is dead, she can't explain it to Murong Shizi.

Grandiose?

Long Yi smiled when he heard this: "I don't know who is grandiose, you used this word in the wrong place." ”

He kindly helped her, but he was bitten by someone, alas, no wonder the young master always said that it is difficult to be a good person.

"You Diao people, believe it or not, this palace will destroy your nine clans." The woman in pink was annoyed, shook off the maid who was supporting her, and twitched the whip from her waist.

Long Yiyi saw that the smile on his face was even bigger, and the exit was to destroy the Nine Clans, and it seemed that the identity of this woman was not simple.

"Ryuichi."

Yao Qingqing's voice came from inside the car.

Hearing this, Long Yi turned around and took a few steps towards the carriage and attacked, "Young master." ”

"Don't be like a mad dog, it's important to hurry." Yao Qingqing said lightly.

From the crack in the car window, she looked at this woman carefully, it was indeed an acquaintance, the royal princess Chu Lian, she appeared here at this time, undoubtedly going to the golden business.

Chu Shizong was shrewd, but sending Chu Lian to participate in the gathering of the trading house was really the most wrong choice.

Chu Lian's temperament was perverse when she was a child, and now she is even more arrogant, and the word "exterminating the Nine Clans" seems to have become the spoken word of the royal people.

"Yes." Long Yi smiled and nodded, didn't look at Chu Lian again, and turned over on his horse.

Chu Lian was stunned for a moment when she heard the voice, and then turned her face pale: "Don't go, dare to insult the royal family, today the princess will pick off your head." ”

"Little ...... Princess, let's not make trouble here. The little girl's face turned pale with fright.

"Get out, don't get in the way of Princess Ben's affairs here." Chu Lian kicked her feet and knocked the girl to the ground.

The small caravan dared to curse her for being a mad dog, even if she didn't have to fight for herself, she had to fight for Da Chu's face.

When everyone heard this, they were surprised that the woman in pink clothes turned out to be a royal princess, which looked quite arrogant, and the current group of people was unlucky.

Chu Lian blocked Yao Qingqing's carriage, making it impossible for them to move forward.

"Where is the princess, where is the princess." The royal plainclothes guards who followed came in this direction.

Chu Lian turned her head to look at it, and stared at the carriage with a blink of an eye: "Killing the princess's bloody horse, insulting the princess, it's a great crime, and I want to leave." ”

"Isn't it just a royal princess, something angry?" Yao Qingqing snorted coldly, lifted the curtain and said to Chu Lian: "Believe it or not, my carriage can run over you." ”

PS: Aren't you stuck when you enter the website from afternoon to evening?

The website system has not been able to enter the writer's backstage since the afternoon, and I have been suffering for several hours, crying to death, and I am also anxious. I want more and less words today, and if I owe it to everyone, Xue'er won't make it up tonight, and I'll mark the chapter where it's made up.