Chapter 967: The Little Princess in the Palm of Her Hand 34

The preference from the elves made the elves want to hold all the things that the child wanted in front of him.

The surroundings were quiet, and even his three princesses did not dare to make a sound at all.

Several nobles who had reminded the king before of the Qing Empire lowered their heads respectfully, and a mockery crossed their eyes, without saying a word.

Naturally, the envoys of these countries who had been conquered by Qinghui's power would not say anything.

Only the king's voice echoed in the hall, and the place where the song and dance had been leveled out was now only the voice of the other party's full of resistance.

"Anything but this one can be changed, this one can't be changed! You can't do this! ”

"Noise."

Qinghui's brows furrowed slightly, and he felt that there were several shallow coffees buzzing next to his head.

The light coffee that falls on the ends of Kiyoki's hair: ??? Forget about the buzz, it's a few ...... Only?? And she's not so miserable, and she's not so noisy, don't compare her to this kind of thing, okay??

Qinghui's cold white fingertips lifted.

The next moment, the king was speechless.

Just open his mouth, as if he was silently saying something.

"Of course I can."

Qinghui lazily lifted his eyelids, "Isn't our contract just that I can get whatever I want?" Including your position, is it possible that you want to regret it? ”

The king staggered and tried to retreat, but resisted.

It's just that this kind of resistance doesn't need to be done by Qinghui.

After being noticed by the seals of the treaty, the sky immediately rumbled.

A bolt of thunder seemed to strike the main hall.

The king was terrified and wanted to run aside.

But the wind outside seemed to be conscious, and rushed directly into the temple.

Roll everything up and blow it up.

The corners of Qinghui's clothes were also blown to a whirring sound.

But he did not move, and watched as the king was dragged out by the wind.

Then a thunderclap fell.

The crowd was shocked.

When I looked again, the king was gone.

Qinghui was not surprised at all.

Fingers raised.

At this moment, a few fireflies flew in from outside.

Holding a crown inlaid with black gemstones, it slowly fell into Qinghui's hands.

Qinghui turned sideways.

Under the gaze of the monsoon rain, he wants to put the crown in his hand on the head of the monsoon rain.

And at this moment, a man rushed in from outside the temple.

It was Ji Milli who didn't attend the banquet today, and probably thought about how to get Qinghui's favor.

She didn't even bother to see her father's death.

Stretching out his hand, he gasped and pointed to the monsoon rain standing beside Qinghui.

The sound reaches everyone's ears.

"He's lying to you, he's not a princess, he's a boy, elf-sama! The princess of this country, I am alone! ”

Her voice was filled with jealousy.

During the monsoon rain, I subconsciously looked at the past.

The gloomy eyes made Ji Milli unconsciously take a step back.

During the monsoon rain, it was obvious that Qinghui's fingertips paused, and his brow furrowed slightly.

Before he could think about what to do, the crown in Qinghui's hand had already been buckled.

Wear it in his hair.

"Well, that's the little prince."

During the monsoon rains, some of them couldn't react to the meaning of Qinghui's words.

I didn't dare to think about what Qinghui meant when he paused just now.

Not...... In fact, he already knew that the other party was a boy, and he was a little puzzled, why did he come to tell her again, and Qinghui thought about what to eat later.